So many Rudy references on my Twitter feed right now. It’s making me hate Notre Dame. (Yes, I realize that the references are all mocking Notre Dame , which is getting creamed by a score of 42-7 as I write this.)
Let me tell you why this is such an issue for me: I hate Rudy. No, wait, that’s not it. I hate, loathe, despise, and abominate Rudy. Actually, that’s still not strong enough; there aren’t words to properly describe my feelings for Rudy. But that Meet Me in St. Louis reference made me feel a little better.
Admittedly, Rudy is a weird movie to hate so violently, but whatever. By which I mean that it’s not good enough to inspire such venom. But see, it’s not just about Rudy.
I was first forced to watch Rudy at school. In our middle school cafetorium. (Yes, WordPress spellchecker, cafetorium. It was our multi-purpose cafeteria/auditorium; the building was much too small to have a separate cafeteria and auditorium.) It was the last day of school in eighth grade and a half-day; the teachers didn’t want to be there any more than we did, so they plopped all us yellow teamers in the (not air-conditioned) cafetorium and put on Rudy for some unknown reason. Also, they put it on a TV on top of a rolling cart. So there were a hundred or so kids sitting at cafeteria tables watching a 25″ (maybe) TV in the front of the room.
And did I mention that it was my birthday?
Yes, the one and only time I had school on my birthday it was the last day of school and a half-day. We watched a shitty movie. But my mom made me go to school anyway. Even though I told her there was no point (hey, I was right).
(Going to school wasn’t even the low part of that particular birthday. No, that came after school when I went to the oral surgeon for a follow-up appointment to have some of the stitches taken out of my mouth. I was assured it wouldn’t hurt and I didn’t need Novocaine. That was a big fucking lie. And then when the asshole finally gave me Novocaine it was that worthless Novocaine jelly shit that tastes awful and didn’t really assuage the pain. But would I have even been able to tell since my mouth was already in so much pain? And my mom wonders why I’m not big on oral health practitioners.)
But to bring it back to Rudy. I have one really strong memory of watching that movie in eighth grade. And that’s of crying when the “Rudy! Rudy!” chants break out at the end. This isn’t really that surprising since I’m the biggest freaking sap and I almost always get emotional at the end of movies. But I was at school. In eighth grade. About to start high school. I did not need to be crying over some shitty movie in school. I don’t even know if anyone saw me crying; the fact that it happened was enough to prejudice me against Rudy forever.
So, to recap: It was my 14th birthday. I was at school even though it was the last day and a half-day and there was no real reason to be there. The teachers plunked us in front of a TV like so many toddlers. For reasons I don’t at all comprehend they decided to make us watch a shitty movie about a crappy football player who had heart. And it made me cry.
And people wonder why I hate Rudy so much.