Tomorrow begins a new season of one of my favorite pastimes: watching Notre Dame football. I’ve been doing it for more than 30 years.

When you’re a kid you don’t realize that the players are not that much older than you are. You’re 12 and they’re 18? That’s a blink of an eye.

Now I’m a little more than a blink older than the players.

Actually, the players could be my kids. They are in fact closer to my son’s age than to mine.

And this year, as goes a theme of sports watching for me recently, the coach is younger than I am too.

Ouch.