A Notre Dame Irish Fan's Hash Dream...

So a fan can dream, can't he...

...Right now that University of Notre Dame jet is inbound to Gainesville.  Onboard is Jack Swarbrick, Jimmy Clausen, Golden Tate, and a checkbook.  As the plane touches down, a smooth Hummer Limousine pulls up (apparently, Clausen knew where to get one of these), and quickly rushes the quartet to Urban’s house.

The limo pulls into his driveway, lights dimmed.  But Meyer, on the lookout for those thankless “fans” who like to place “For Sale” signs on coach’s lawns spots the limo immediately.  And almost as quickly, recognizes what is unfolding. 

The curtains open, the porch and driveway lights activate, and Urban immediately enters the safe code for his alarm box.  In a near top-speed sprint, almost reminiscent of the obviously too short Javier Arenas, Coach Meyer jolts out the door.  One by one, the quartet empties out of the limo, and each makes eye contact with Coach Meyer.

As Urban gets closer, Swarbrick smiles ear-to-ear, and then that smile fades as the coach passes him like Ingram on a screen pass. Next comes a smiling Jimmy, sans visor*; like the Irish secondary for most of the season, Meyer doesn’t even know someone’s there. 

And then there is Golden. The best play the Notre Dame ran all year (except for their very last one) was a Hail Mary to Golden.  At least Urban knuckle-rubs him as he passes.  The Gator coach then jumps into the limo, tussles about for a few seconds, and emerges with “it” firmly in hand: the checkbook; and more importantly, a check already made out to Urban Meyer with the amount left blank.

Before Meyer can think another second, Clausen and Tate tell him they’ll be back next year.  Swarbrick tells him to imagine just how much better Bama will be next year, and then tells him to be ready to keep answering questions about how good that Tebow was for the next five years.

Meyer thinks for a second, looks at the checkbook, looks at the quartet and says, “Let’s go win four National Championships!”  Clausen triumphantly shouts, “That’s what I’m talking about!”

...It could happen!  Well, everything but the blank check.  I hear the balance is a little low right now for some reason.

*not needed, it’s dark.