For better or worse, sports make up a good deal of my identity.
Many of the teams I cheer for are a direct result of the area I grew up in. I’m a huge Milwaukee Brewers fan, a part-owner of the Green Bay Packers, love following the Wisconsin Badgers, and I have a passing interest in the Milwaukee Bucks.
But there’s one element of my fanhood that has been ingrained in me since birth, and it has nothing to do with where I grew up.
As an admitted Domer, I’m inclined to give Te’o the benefit of the doubt.
I’ve been a fan of the University of Notre Dame my entire life. My father attended Notre Dame in the late ’70s, and some of my fondest memories growing up are attending Fighting Irish football games on Saturdays in the fall.
I wasn’t lucky enough to be able to attend the university myself, but that hasn’t caused my love for Notre Dame to waver one bit.
Hearing the news about Manti Te’o yesterday afternoon shocked me.
I spent the better part of the evening trying not to pass judgement w...