My brother Brad is currently spending a year-long retreat in Colorado as part of seminary. As a result, I have been sending him a bunch of snail-mail letters. This week, I’m honoring seven songs that remind me of him. My reflections will be in epistolary form, and I’ll actually print them out and mail them.
I think it would be safe to say that you have been the progenitor of more inside jokes and recurring bits — I think the kids call them memes these days — than any other member of the Stalcup family.
Certainly, you’re responsible for some of the greatest ones. For example: I genuinely laugh out loud every time I think of that time you got banned on Facebook for typing “no u” too many times. And who can forget Poop -Max B.? The “doohhh” laugh? Bumble Bee tuna? Poop sandwich?
I want to take a moment today to reflect on the way you re-invented the Notre Dame Victory March.
Obviously this song has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember due to our parents attending and meeting at the great South Bend institution. (You too, of course.)
I remember how a few years ago, you introduced us to the way the marching band kicks off the Victory March with the conductors baton when the football team scores a touchdown. You showed us how you simulate it whenever anything good happening. It’s an excellent, if obnoxious way, to celebrate.
It’s one of those great dumb things for which I am eternally grateful.
Yours in golden-domed, pantomimed celebration,