I think I may have mentioned on this blog my inability to ignore the movie "Rudy" if it's on TV. I mean, I'm watching it right now, on one of the movie channels we get. I actually watched "In Her Shoes" before this, but then I realized that there was still about 15 minutes left in "Rudy", and I just couldn't ignore it.
So when I put this movie on, I inevitably end up crying. The ND fight song, and the crowd chanting "Rudy Rudy Rudy", the stadium, the sack, the carrying off the field--it all equals me sobbing on the couch. And I've only just watched the last 15 minutes of the movie. The last 15 minutes, and I'm sobbing.
It's not only that, however, but it's the music. The new Mark Wahlberg movie, "Invincible" (?), uses the music from Rudy, and I am seriously thinking it's probably a movie I would love. I almost got teary during the preview, and that's absolutely not an exaggeration. It's sad and pathetic, and S told me just five minutes ago that he wanted to fling ice cream at my face, as I sat on the couch chanting and clapping my hands and laughing gleefully. And yes, I do those things every time it comes on, and yes I'd do them even if I was alone. (Like the way I HAVE to dance to the song "Brandy" if it comes on, no matter what.) The point is, I'm probably obnoxious about this, and S just might get Rudied to death.
I really think that at least some of my sheer emotion at this movie comes from the mingled emotion of my college years, which were transacted at SMC. I don't know exactly how to explain it, and I didn't even go in that much for the football, but it's pretty cult-like. It's crazy, and I can tell you that if I were to watch college football on TV some Saturday, it'd be ND, all the way. But also, besides all that ND emotion, I'm a heavy fan of the underdog. I like the Cubs, for god's sake. And if the loser is loveable (not all are, clearly), I'm even happier. Rudy was such an incredibly loveable loser, at least in the movie.
Anyway, I'm done crying now, but if you chance across Rudy on TV someday, you can bet it's on at my house, and that I'm sitting on the couch with tears streaming down my face, chanting, "Rudy, Rudy, Rudy......"
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