A band of blue-and-gold clad twentysomethings bounded down the steps from Heinz Field's new T station, which meant next to nothing on this particular Saturday afternoon.
The first of the bounders, it turned out, was bearing a giant N and D on his chest.
"Notre!" the kid shouted to no one in particular.
Then, after what was either a drunken or dramatic pause, "Dame!"
Neat.
So the rest of the single file down the stairway soon follows with a chant.
"Let's go Pitt! ... Let's go Pitt! ... Let's go Pitt!"
And within seconds, the hundreds stuck outside the gate awaiting North America's most oppressive stadium security piped up in hail-to harmony.
"Let's go Pitt! ... Let's go Pitt! ... Let's go Pitt!"
Pitt lost this game. The No. 5 Irish pounced on a few big early plays and prevailed, 42-30, as pretty much everyone, save perhaps those in the home locker room, had expected.
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