They called the football game played here Monday night a national championship, a title clash for the ages, epic, monumental, historic.
Then Notre Dame kicked the ball off.
Then Alabama drove down the field, unimpeded, as if out for a nighttime stroll. It all went downhill from there, for Notre Dame and for those interested in the most overhyped college football game in years. Instead, this national championship ended early, almost immediately, in a flurry of Alabama touchdowns that allowed the Crimson Tide to seize their third title in four seasons, 42-14, with all the ease predicted by the oddsmakers, sapping this game of all competitiveness or drama.
This was “Rudy,” the sequel, after he stumbled onto Elm Street.