“It’s a Brammeier family tradition!” I’ll sing to its usual tune in an awkwardly deep voice to the groans and giggles of our kids.
It’s fall. It’s Saturday. The air is (hopefully) crisp. The gameday (aka junk) foods are prepped. The iron-on shirts are made. Photo proof of the iron-on shirts has been snapped. We’re ready to cheer the Notre Dame Fighting Irish onward to victory!
Notre Dame football is one of the most prevalent Brammeier Family Traditions. I grew up loving the Irish because that’s what my family did. (Catholicism! 👊🏻) Donny grew up loving the Irish because he loves football and they were always on TV. Our wedding colors were navy and gold. Our wedding day was perfectly timed around the game. We celebrate our anniversary every year at the season opener in South Bend.
And once upon a time this Notre Dame fangirl was a naive and over-achieving first-time mom who made funny onesies for every game of the 2012 season. Well, if you’re a fan you know what happened in 2012. The Irish made it to the national championship. And a tradition (or maybe superstition?) was born.
Three kids and six seasons later, I still find myself brainstorming ornery quotes for shirts. Reminding my husband why F*&^ Michigan cannot be plastered across our sweet, innocent daughters’ chests. Using my less-than-mediocre Illustrator skills to throw together designs with all kinds of web-ripped images. Printing. Ironing. Photographing. It has become a bit of a chore at times, but it is just what we do around here.
The shirts are customized by game usually. They are a series of Notre Dame rally cries, odes to favorite players and, of course, knocks on our rivals. A few favorites include shirts that played off the Jameis Winston scandal, perfectly set up Prosise’s 91-yard touchdown against Georgia Tech in 2015 and the biggest fan-win/mom-fail shirt of all time.
We’re excited for this season. We have a new baby, which means new hope for the Irish. The third time’s the charm they say.
Here is a glimpse at the shirts throughout the years, which I have now realized is a time capsule for our girls’ lives and have officially decided that we will be snapping pics of them in iron-on white t-shirts every gameday (like it or not) until they’re 30. I’m not crying, you’re crying.
I do not own distribution rights for the music in this video. It’s an all-time favorite and must-have for every fan: Here Come the Irish from The O’Neill Brothers Notre Dame Lullabies. Click here to purchase!
Go Irish. Beat Michigan. Make this your year.