It feels surreal this is my last Irish Insider-edition article for The Observer football beat, and that Saturday will be my final time in the student section at Notre Dame Stadium. For the past four years, I’ve held onto my student ticket, gameday gear, press pass and a love for the rollercoaster that has been ND football. From coaching changes and College Gamedays to unforgettable victories and heartbreaking losses, it’s been a packed few seasons.
Football has always been part of my life, thanks to my dad. Growing up outside of Philadelphia, we often found ourselves at Lincoln Financial Field on the weekends cheering on the Eagles or rooting for the Temple Owls, his alma mater. When I came to Notre Dame, I found a new layer of rich tradition that I hadn’t experienced before, quickly learning that standing in the crowd at Notre Dame Stadium isn’t just watching the game, but rather being part of a legacy.
But, I’ve had the chance to be more than just a fan these past few years. Writing for The Observer has given me the chance to see the game from many different angles. I’ve had the privilege of watching games from the panoramic press box, where my cheers may be silent but the excitement is still palpable. I’ve been down on the field, surrounded by the heart of each play. I’ve been up in the suites during Football Fridays, welcoming alumni back to Notre Dame. I’ve even spent time in the production truck, seeing just how much work goes into every game-day broadcast. Most often, you’d find me in the stands, another fan decked out in green blue gold.
I still remember the first time I walked into the stadium for a home game, the energy and excitement of the crowd filled me with pride for my school. About a month later in Oct. 2021, I covered my first game for The Observer — an unfortunate home loss to Cincinnati. I remember laughing off jokes about being a “bad luck charm” but was still thrilled to be starting the journey with the sports department. For the record, my luck with game outcomes in the press box has greatly improved from that day.
Since then, I’ve followed the team across the country, from the lights of Vegas to the plains of Texas, but nothing beats the feeling of coming home to Notre Dame. Game days here mean tailgates at Pole 20 rain or shine, celebratory touchdown push ups and singing the alma mater, arms linked with friends. Each game day has been layered with family, friendships and moments I’ll hold onto long after graduation.
So, as I scan my ticket for my last home game on Saturday, I’m filled with gratitude. Thank you, Notre Dame Stadium, for letting me be a part of something that is bigger than myself. Thanks for reminding me that four years, while quick, are filled with plenty of moments that make them unforgettable.
Alright, enough with the nostalgia. I know, of course, this isn’t a forever goodbye to the house that Rockne built. I’m sure I’ll be back before I know it — perhaps even as soon as December? I’ll keep my parka handy just in case.
“For those who know Notre Dame, no explanation's necessary. For those who don't, no explanation will suffice” -Lou Holtz
