Notre Dame: A Program Out of Control?  The other night, my mind
wracked with night terrors, I lay in bed, watching the blades of
the ceiling fan thump around in their perpetual circle, somehow
keeping time with the distant drumming of a paddlewheel. Sweat
ran down my brow, mimicking the gathering dew on the Spanish
moss draping the live oaks outside. Unable to sleep, my stomach
churning in battle with the remains of a marvelous Sancerre and
what was perhaps a one-day-too-old helping of shrimp creole, I
did what New Orleanians have done since before Pierre and Jean
Lafitte went shopping for a Jolly Roger: I reached for my iPhone
and started reading. By the time the sunÂ rose, I was certain of
three things: I would never again trust myself around shrimp,
Nick Saban doesn’t like rules, and Notre Dame is not a program
out of control.  Davaris Daniels’ underage drinking incident
(hopefully) topped off a Spring of discontent for the Fighting
Irish. While the (still) natural grass was recovering from the
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