It's official: God loves Notre Dame football!

I'm not a very religious man.

In fact, the closest I have come to finding spirituality is watching a Suze Orman infomercial on PBS. But last night's 40-37 Notre Dame comeback victory over Michigan State was nothing short of miraculous!

The Notre Dame football team, led by quarterback Brady Quinn, had to overcome awesome adversity that included (in no particular order): gusting winds, heavy rains, locusts and drunken Michigan State fans in green and white body paint hissing catcalls from the stands. And as anybody who has ever watched an "ABC After School Special" knows ...words can sting, ladies and gentlemen.

So the only realistic assessment that I can make out of all of that is this: God wants Notre Dame to win! Like I said, miraculous.

Okay, maybe it wasn't "miraculous" - but it was certainly marvelous. And yet another reason why college football is often so much more entertaining (at times) than the NFL.

It's also no wonder that after Butch Davis got the orange and brown boot by The Browns, I thought Charlie Weis would be the best choice to coach in Cleveland. But those pesky leprechauns to the midwest beat us to it - and the proverbial pot of gold, as well.

Nontheless, local Ohio guy and Notre Dame quarterback, Brady Quinn, is back in the Heisman hunt - and there's no better time to re-ignite talk about the fact that Quinn might be playing for The Cleveland Browns next year (Unless the Browns actually turn it up a notch and actually play up to their talent - but that's another miracle all together).

Brady Quinn is certainly the front-runner to be the #1 pick in next year's NFL Draft and the Browns are doing their best to secure that pick. However, The Oakland Raiders are leading the charge in that category (But, as we all know, Al Davis and The Raiders would most likely take a safety from Dartmouth over a possible franchise quarterback... so Cleveland will still have a shot with the #2 choice).

Yeah, I know. I probably should do something more "valuable" with my time than foolishly idolizing professional atheletes - like trying to solve global warming over appletini's with Al Gore or something.

But here's the thing: Sports are just so much more damn entertaining - and politics are sooooo boring. That is, of course, until my job is outsourced to India (too late!), called upon to "liberate" an oil-rich Yemen, or I develop that "Elephant Man's disease" and I have no medical benefits ($4 generic "Drool Be Gone" drugs at Wal-Mart, folks). Then I'll care.

But in the meantime, Irish fans, let's all say a prayer over our morning Lucky Charms breakfast cereal - and bourbon - and hope The Mighty Quinn makes his way back home ...to Cleveland Browns Stadium.