I’m right infrequently enough that I like to point it out when it happens. This time, I wasn’t only right. I was downright prophetic. A few weeks ago, in a column about “cancel culture,” I touched on the elimination of certain team mascots as a capitulation to toxic wokeism. I jokingly mentioned that someone ought to take a look at the Notre Dame leprechaun. Turns out, someone did. Poor little fe…