2024 was not kind. We need kindness to prosper in a civil and stately manner.
As the College Football Playoffs have played out, there has been just as much complaining and whining from teams that thought they should be in the mix as when we had only four teams vying for the spots. Maybe more whining and complaining. What do you expect? Whining and complaining and throwing around meaningless accusations has never been more popular in this country. Truth, while at a premium, means less than it used to. Why should college football be expected to give us higher comportment?
To the Alabama folks who thought your team should have gotten into the CFP, I can tell you there was a time when Lewis Grizzard and you would have said, “If we had beaten Vandy, we would have made it in. We didn’t beat Vandy for God’s sake! We don’t deserve squat.”
To the Ole Miss folks, I feel your pain. I was hoping the Rebs would get in. But when I knew Indiana would be there, I knew that committee would not let SMU go quietly. The Mustangs, thanks to the Hoosiers, were IN. Had the Rebs beaten Kentucky at home, the Cats only conference win, then, well, see the Lewis Grizzard reference above. You know it. I know it. Jimmy Swaggart knows it.
The Indiana Hoosiers were the darlings of College Football this year. Strange but true. Did they belong in the College Football Playoff? Maybe they did and maybe they didn’t. Doesn’t matter a bit. You and I were not on the CFP Committee. End of lesson.
I gave up predicting the games this season after Week # 13. Family time and just a lack of juice left me without much desire to continue picking the games. I won’t pick the finals. I expect Oregon will play Notre Dame for all the bananas on January 20th. So there, I guess I picked the finals.
All the college football season long, I have been thinking about this address on Waterwood Drive in Brandon, Mississippi. It has been more than a year since I spoke to my Aunt Barbara about college football. Our last conversation was about exactly that. That and I think we both knew our talks were finished. It was tough I tell you. You have no idea how much it hurt not being able to call her when Indiana was ranked higher than Ole Miss in the polls. Her response would have been this, “Go ahead. Go ahead and crow about Indianer!” It wasn’t Indiana with her. It was Indianer. It wasn’t Oklahoma with her, it was Oklahomer. Iowa was Io-way. I reveled in each syllable from her mouth. College Football will never mean so much to me again. She was my Ole Miss Football buddy.
I will share this photo one last time. Very little means more.
On a brighter note! My brother Darrell and his wife, Emily, will be having a BOY in the Spring. We can’t wait to say hello to this little young’un. Talk about good times.
You know our football is serious when my granddaughter, Penny, and I are both serious about a game so out of control.
We were in Florida watching in Old Oaken Bucket game. Indiana was in firm control. Penny and I were still serious about it.
I think this is her game face.
Her game face is intact even when coloring on Grandma’s lap.
When I walked onto the field at The Rose Bowl in 2018, I was looking at the spot where Vince Young had scored the winning touchdown in the 2006 Rose Bowl to lead Texas to an upset win over USC. That set the stage. I was about to kick some field goals, and I was not going to miss in The Rose Bowl.
Last week I watched the documentary “05” about this team’s journey to winning the Rose Bowl that year. It is worth watching.
I’m not sure where to start here. Mr. Keith Oppel was Mr. North Harrison High School. Keith passed away in late November this year. I always liked Mr. Oppel. We didn’t have one cross word. He was my PE teacher. He and my dad coached track together for more than a decade.
He tried to help everyone around him. Keith coached basketball, track, cross-country and was the Athletic Director at North for a long time.
I was always glad when he and my dad would sit together in the east endzone at North Harrison High School football games these last few years and banter back and forth as if the rest of us were in Shreveport. Those were special times. I know I have complained about North Harrison not having a great sense of history to be found anywhere. I hope someone gets around to naming the Field House on the west end of campus after Keith. It will be a case of better late than never. But it needs to be done.
1986 ad from my first Moody Blues concert.
2024 ad from the latest concert. The Moody Blues died with drummer Graeme Edge in 2021. Justin carries on with a simple solo acoustic act with the help of Mike Dawes, Julie Ragins, and Karmen Gould. I only wish the tickets for this show were $15.50.
Seeing Justin play and smile doing it is a pretty cool thing. He is the best.
Times change and we keep moving. Like F. Scott Fitzgerald said at the end of The Great Gatsby:
-tomorrow we will run faster, stretch our arms farther… And one fine morning-
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Press onward and hopefully truth will make a comeback in this tired land of ours.
Speaking the rights.
Danny Johnson