The Bronx is yawning: Pinstripe Bowl, Yankee Stadium, REM sleep

Well, at least the scene for the Pinstripe Bowl was a nice one.


1. REM sleep (noun): A recurrent period of sleep, typically totaling about two hours a night, during which most dreaming occurs as the eyes move under closed lids and the skeletal muscles are deeply relaxed.

2. Notre Dame beat Rutgers, 29-16, in the Pinstripe Bowl.

3. It’s a problem when the most interesting thing about a bowl game occurred before kickoff.

Saturday morning, before engaging in a sleepy football game, Notre Dame announced George Atkinson III, a junior running back, and Jalen Brown, a junior corner, would miss the Pinstripe Bowl for violating team rules.

Shortly thereafter, Atkinson tweeted: “For those of you who are wondering I was suspended from today’s game for texting friends and family during team meal, as i did all season”

The tweet was then deleted. If we can all agree that simply texting during a team meal can’t possibly be the only reason Atkinson was suspended for the bowl game, then this unsolved mystery immediately becomes the most pulsing question of the Irish’s trip to the Bronx.

I spent all four quarters, as my eyes moved under closed lids and my skeletal muscles were deeply relaxed, wondering, “What DID ever happen to George?”

4. Major League Baseball isn’t accustomed to promoting lifeless bowl games, so please forgive it for this:

5. Lifeless, you say? Notre Dame, a national brand with a long and proud New York City history, and a team from a state just across a river could embellish their record-setting attendance by 5,000 and still be 2,000 fans shy of a Texas high school game. Yes, lifeless, I say.

6. I give Notre Dame this: A couple years ago, the Irish band played Sinatra’s “New York, New York” in Times Square, and that’s pretty cool:

7. However, it would be nothing short of a national nightmare if this football game is the last Yankee Stadium moment of 2013.

It’s nothing personal against Tommy Rees or Chas Dodd or the nine field goals that were kicked while your eyes were moving under closed lids and your skeletal muscles were deeply relaxed.

It’s just that, well, something amazing happened here not too long ago, and I don’t care that we’re talking about college football right now. This, not the Pinstripe Bowl, deserves to be the final Bronx memory of the year.

Save us one more time, Mariano:

Teddy Mitrosilis writes and edits college football for Follow him on Twitter and email him at