Saturday night, I was in Cooperstown at the Otesaga Hotel, where Marcia was co-chairing a legal conference. They had a cocktail hour all lined up for before dinner, but I played hooky for most of it and hung out in the little TV bar instead, watching Navy beat Notre Dame in football for the first time in my entire lifetime, which is measured in the four-decade plus range. While beating Army every year is essential to all Navy alums, and beating Air Force is advisable and enjoyable, there’s no precedent for most of us as to how we’re supposed to feel when the current crop of Midshipmen beat the current crop of Fighting Irish, since the last time it happened, Roger Staubach was Navy’s quarterback. It still felt pretty darned good Saturday night, though, when Navy stopped Notre Dame’s two-point conversion in the third overtime to secure the win. There was one other Navy alum in the bar as I whooped it up in the aftermath, and a couple of Notre Dame folks. I didn’t gloat, per se, but over conversation later I did explain that while, yes, I don’t like Army, but I certainly respect them as a fellow service academy . . . I just don’t like Notre Dame, period. They’re reaping what they sowed by running off Tyrone Willingham before he had a chance to make his mark, and if Charlie Weis has a job in South Bend next year, it’s going to be tough to understand why, given the administration’s impatience with his predecessor.