Notre Dame's pursuit of football excellence is like that old stereotype of a prudish girl.
They want to feel the climax of a MNC but feel dirty for succumbing to the things necessary to achieve that goal.
Lou Holtz (lisp and all) was actually the last silver-tongued devil to talk ND out of her pants. First he buttered her up with all the flattery about her morals and traditions and how special she was. Then he wispered in her ear "We really need some Prop 48 kids. C'mon it'll only hurt for a few seconds."
So she relented, and Tony Rice arrived in South Bend.
Then, in the shadows of the glare cast by the Catholics vs Convicts charade, Lou quietly allowed anabolic steroids through the door. "What are you talking about baby?" he purred. "I don't know what you're talking about! It wasn't me."
And so ND found themselves with a MNC, and they got there about the same way everyone else does it. They aren't special. They just think they are.