Timmy O'Neill '02 | September 11, 2014 | Notre Dame Magazine
When I was growing up, going to a Notre Dame football game was an annual pilgrimage, like going to Mecca or Lourdes or Jerusalem. When I attended my first Notre Dame game, I experienced something visceral. I felt an esoteric camaraderie and the feeling was not something I could package together and bring home to show my friends. It was something that transcended the present moment, and I could feel it, even though I could not see it. For brief moments on those fall afternoons I was part of the tradition, a part of the history. It took only one of these awe-inspiring trips to campus for me to know Notre Dame would always be a part of me—and would be the place I would play football one day.