I came to ND in August 1990 as a 5' 10" 160lb not-exceptionally-athletic former cross country runner. But since I loved Irish football, and full-pad intermural was an option, I joined Zahm Hall's team. (Yes, it was still Zahm "Hall" at the time... it wouldn't become Zahm "House" until long after I graduated).

I basically was a glorified tackling dummy for the guys on our team who actually COULD play, but I did get a few snaps in games at WR or at safety on defense. My one highlight was when I was playing free safety and the WR in front of me bobbled the ball right into my arms and I got an interception. 

I played again sophomore year when we made it to the championship game and we got to play in the stadium. We ended up getting blown out by Keenan, and I got leveled on a pick-out route by a linebacker. Pretty cool to say I was knocked in the dirt in Notre Dame Stadium, I guess.

Junior year, I realized that PLAYING football wasn't my calling, and I essentially became Zahm's offensive coordinator. I helped design and install the wishbone offense that took us to an undefeated season and the campus championship. I still remember riding back to the dorm from the stadium after the win in our rector Fr. Tom King's car. He was honking and waving out the window and shouting at all passersby "Zahm football is #1!" It was literally the happiest I saw him in 4 years living in the dorm lol.

Senior year, I coached/managed the team again. And while we had a decent season, we lost in the playoffs and didn't make it to the stadium for the first time since freshman year. 

All of these memories are extra special now that Zahm has been disbanded and our home no longer exists.