Today in Sure To Be Wrong

 And now, the University of Navy, as Lou Holtz used to call it.

Notre Dame has been playing the Midshipmen since Calvin Coolidge was president and Capone was buying cops and whacking Bugsys, which is to say 1927. Only Covid in 2020 interrupted a string of Irish victories that is not unbroken but close enough.

Today that script might flip like Simone Biles. Or so we've heard.

This Navy team, it seems, is not your father's Navy team (or maybe it is if your father was around for the Roger Staubach years.) It's undefeated, for one thing. It's ranked 24th in the nation. And it's No. 4 in the nation in scoring, averaging 44.8 points per game while trouncing six opponents by just shy of 25 points per game.

Also: Under second-year head coach Brian Newberry, the Navy quarterback occasionally throws the football. And Navy receivers occasionally catch it.

Conventional wisdom says that's why the University of Navy will be more than just brave in the attempt not to lose 42-7 like usual. It says Marcus Freeman and Notre Dame better show up in East Rutherford, N.J., with their chinstraps buckled, because the Brigade of Midshipmen will be especially baying for a chunk of Domer hide, and this Navy team is capable of delivering it.

However.

However, the Blob, whose wisdom has never been conventional nor even particularly wise, thinks this might be one of Those Games.

As in, "One of those games everyone thinks will be a real dogfight, but instead winds up as dogs merely playing before one of them wins, um, 42-7 like usual." 

Understand, I don't think it will be that lopsided. But I have a nagging suspicion the Brigade is going to go home more than a bit deflated at the end of the day. This is because Notre Dame knows Navy will be especially jacked, and so the Irish will be especially jacked, and a jacked Notre Dame is going to beat a jacked Navy all day long because Notre Dame simply has better athletes.

So, let's call it 35-14, 35-21, something like that. Coming to you direct from the Sure To Be Wrong Division.

Ridicule away, Middies.