Notre Dame Football: Writers share their game day traditions

SOUTH BEND, IN - SETPEMBER 19: A sign in a tailgater's car before a game between the Notre Dame Fighting Irish and the Michigan State Spartans on September 19, 2009 at Notre Dame Stadium in South Bend, Indiana. (Photo by Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images)
SOUTH BEND, IN - SETPEMBER 19: A sign in a tailgater's car before a game between the Notre Dame Fighting Irish and the Michigan State Spartans on September 19, 2009 at Notre Dame Stadium in South Bend, Indiana. (Photo by Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images) /
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J.P. Scott 

Full disclosure: This will be my season as a fully invested Notre Dame fan after spending most of the last seven years as a national and Big Ten columnist. It coincides with my first season as a television cord-cutter. My new gameday routine will involve bringing my TV onto my patio, along with my streaming device or digital antenna, and watching the game while I grill a variety of animals and drink a significant-yet-responsible amount of alcohol.

Mychal Hunter 

I wake up early, take the dog for a walk, and then I cut the grass.
Then I head off to Lowe’s Foods for a rotisserie chicken to make buffalo chicken dip in the crock pot. Roto chicken, franks buffalo, Philly cream cheese, shredded sharp cheddar, and a splash of ranch to cook on low for about 4 hours. Then I turn on College GameDay

Because the dip is so heavy, I like to keep the other food a little light — usually BLT’s on fresh bread. Don’t forget the Duke’s mayo. Gotta be Duke’s. I sprinkle in broccoli, carrots, sugar snap peas, and green peppers with some Hidden Valley Ranch. Usually for the first week of football, I end up with way too much food.

For beers, I like a good sipping beer. The People’s Porter makes an appearance fairly often. Maybe a Red Oak. Yuengling if I’m feeling boring. Once, in 2017, it was Narraganset with Dell’s lemonade. The best shandy I’ve ever had. It’s often accompanied by four fingers of Basil Hayden’s.

When everything is done, I head to “the doghouse,” which is the room above my garage. I call it the doghouse because the pup likes to hang out up there and get a good view of the neighborhood. It has a couple 42” televisions and some foolishly comfortable furniture and then…well I’ll see you on Monday.