This seems like a good place to stop lurking and make my first post.
Born and raised in central PA, but I've bleed Orange and Green since I was 6 years old. My father is a die hard Notre Dame fan, so naturally I rooted for who ever they were playing that week. Well, his ire was never greater then it was for that wonderful night in 1989, when Notre Dame travelled to Miami. He hated everything that they stood for, but being the rebellious youngster I was, this only drew them me more. I was in awe of the flash and sizzle, and most importantly the attitude (Swag) on display that night. It may have started earlier that night as a way to just annoy the old man, but by the end, it was pure unadulterated love.
Like I tell my wife, "how can I love one woman, when I'm in love with a bunch of men."