by Steve Bisheff
It was an important, face-saving kind of moment, a definite stop-the-cardinal-and-gold bleeding kind of game.
Forget the fact that a depleted, injury-riddled Notre Dame team was just a shadow of its storied, shake-down-the-thunder self. Never mind that Frank Leahy would have blanched watching these sliding Irish. Or that Ara Parseghian would have grimaced, and Lou Holtz was probably swallowing his microphone back on the ESPN set.
That 49-14 beatdown was something USC desperately needed. You could see the relief written all over Steve Sarkisian’s face. You could see the elation in Cody Kessler’s body language. And you could definitely feel the sense of redemption in George Farmer’s words.