As it turns out, Charlie Weis has made significant contributions to the mythology of Notre Dame football.
His genius has been the greatest myth of all.
I was made a believer, too, a sudden convert on the morning of Feb. 3, 2005, when Weis sat before a circle of writers at the Super Bowl and started talking more trash on his way into college football than Steve Spurrier talked on his way into the pros.
Tyrone Willingham should’ve never been fired, in my opinion, and the venomous emails challenging my Irish Catholichood for printing it suggested a vast legion of clueless/heartless Golden Domers disagreed. How dare I criticize a storied, faith-based university for using its first African-American coach to rescue it from the George O’Leary mess before discarding him faster than administrators had ever fired anyone in the same job?
But when I started listening to Weis, a blameless beneficiary of the Willingham wipeout, he sure sounded like a guy who’d win a lot of football games. He was three days away from another championship as offensive coordinator of the Patriots, as the maker and molder of Tom Brady, and his confidence — no, his arrogance — was as subtle as a fullback dive.