Notre Dame and Navy are gonna throw down bareknuckle style in Dublin in 2012. We love the sporadically scheduled Notre Dame/Navy game in Dublin, Ireland for a number of reasons:

1. The “back to the motherland” theme could spur future spin-offs such as Hawaii/Cal in Hong Kong, NYU/Brandeis in Jerusalem, and Utah/BYU in Nairobi.

2. Crazed Irish fans crossing the Atlantic will delight locals by drunkely wandering the street of Dublin during business hours and telling everyone in earshot, “Hey, it’s cool, I’m Irish!” while peeing in alleys and wearing shirts with leprechauns on them.

3. Game will provide convenient cover for President Schwarzanegger’s plan to “make Ireland safe for freedom.” Navy SEALs dressed as band members take over seat of power during halftime. Rebellion lasts until 5:30 p.m., at which point everyone ducks into the nearest pub for a pint, a wee one, and a good long cry.

4. Navy fans will exact revenge for their lopsided loss to Notre Dame by planting birth control pills and floss in the baggage of Notre Dame fans, items that will get them detained and beaten by customs officials at Dublin International Airport.

5. Weis will etch his name in the annals of Irish history by becoming only the second person to finish an entire Irish breakfast without foundering and expiring in horrific fashion shortly thereafter. By doing this and drinking an eight gallon tankard of black pudding on top of the meal, Weis will join the only other person to complete the nearly impossible feat, pop singer Pink.

Black pudding fan Pink has her place in Irish history.

6. Abundant alcohol…overlapping female Catholic populations between the ages of 18 and 23…a corps of fit, muscular, sexually frustrated servicemen…the temporary amnesia associated with being a great distance from home…it all adds up to a spectacular “Girls Night Out” for the assembled ladies of Dublin, and a collective nightmare for their boyfriends worldwide.

Don’t ask her about Dublin, ND fans, and she won’t ask you about that week in Bangkok. And to all the servicemen who read this blog–all three of you–thank you. Here’s hoping you get all the ass you want–Happy Veterans’ Day.