Wow.  It is Saturday morning.  We are a little more than an hour from the Big Noon Kickoff in the eastern time zone.

Speaking of east, my dear wife, Carrie, and I had a great time of it in New England this past week?  Do people still say that outside of speaking of the Patriots Football Team?  New York, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire we drove across three of those and made The Berkshires in Western Mass. home base.  The Boston papers are ready to gut the New England team including Coach Belichik.  Mac Jones is frying like a hot hamburger right now.  Anyway.  Driving through western New York is a treat.  Bills fans may be the best in the NFL for my money.  The area itself is so far removed from anything you have been conditioned to think when you hear the words New York.  There is little urban about it.  Little towns are dotted with Bills flags.  Two high schools had Go Bills! featured on their electronic signs.  I doubt I will get there, but I would love to attend a game in the old Orchard Park Stadium before the new one is built.  We pass the exit for the place each time we go through there.  At that point, we still 291 miles from Albany.  That and one more hour will get us to Hancock, Mass.

That is where I find newspaper heaven still exists.  

You can go into a grocery store in these parts and decide which or all of no less than seven newspapers you want to read.  AND THEY ARE STILL WORTH READING. 

We didn’t come here for a newspaper dissertation.  On to the FOOTBALL!

Last week        12 winners      2 losers

Season total      68 winners   16 losers

I will say it again.  As good as this is, I will make up for it during the bowl season when you really don’t know what kind of team will show up.

I know.  This is not a college football picture.  Last night I looked at two high school football games in person.  One was North Harrison at Providence.  That was a disaster.  North lost 35-0 in a game that was called to injury at halftime.  That was a first for me.  So I moseyed over to Clarksville and watched Crawford County and the Clarksville Generals.  Both teams were 0-8 coming in.  I was worn out, having driving east of Cleveland to Depauw earlier in the day.  I left at halftime of that one.  Clarksville won 48-34.

The photo?  I just miss kickers.

Alabama beats Arkansas…The Tide Rolls at home.

Georgia beats Vandy… The Bulldogs should score 40 before the half.

Rutgers beats Michigan State… It is in Piscataway.  A place named perfectly.

Florida beats South Carolina…This may be a stretch in Columbia.

Maryland beats Illinois…The Terps rebound this week after the loss in Columbus.

Washington beats Oregon…And the Michael Penix, Jr. legend continues.  Get  that grip ready for the Heisman, Michael.  You’ll be the first Hoosier to ever win it.

Tennessee beats Texas A&M…in Knoxville and those Vols are FIRED UP!

Iowa beats Swissconsin… I will take a loss before I pick the Bucky Badgers.

Louisville beats Pitt… At Pitt.  Doesn’t matter.  Not this year.  The magic of college football is still real.

LSU beats Auburn… I think it was in this game in the late 80s when Tommy Hodson threw a TD pass for the Bayou Bengals and the ruckus in Death Valley set off the seismographs in the LSU Geology Department.  Look it up.

Marshall beats Georgia State…Go Herd!

North Carolina beats Miami…The Tar Heels are working on a dream.

Kentucky beats Mizzou…Playing at UK.  Mark Stoops gets grilled for speaking the rights this week.  And Paul Finebaum in turn started talking like it was 1975 and Bo, Bear, and Woody were still here.  In the Southern Parlance, “Do What, Paul?”

USC beats Notre Dame… A game that lives in lore that I make every effort to watch each year.

Enjoy the games and take care of each other.

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson

Editorial Note:  Written in Fairport Harbor, Ohio about 30 miles east of Cleveland.

Two days.  Two great times.  From here on, when I think about attending Justin Hayward concerts, I can reference the one about going to Walden Pond the next day.  That’s what happens when you are in Nashua, New Hampshire for a concert and Walden Pond just happens to be about 30 miles down the road outside Concord, Massachusetts.  There’s no way my dear wife, Carrie, and I are not going to walk the 1.7 mile trail around that hallowed pond if we are in the neighborhood.

Henry David Thoreau is a long time favorite of mine.  For my money, Thoreau and Ralph Waldo Emerson were the first hippies.  When I read a line about one of them nodding to a tree and the tree nodding back, I am sold on that.  Save your breath.

This was the fifth time I have visited Walden Pond.  The last time was June of 2022.  On that day I wrote some words that I included in a 190,000 word work that is still looking for a home.  I am always going to want to come back to this place.

Long before there was a concert scheduled, Carrie and I booked a stay in a place we frequent in The Berkshires during our school’s fall break.  The ride to Nashua was one we had made many times visiting friends living there.  Riding through Vermont and New Hampshire in October is not a difficult thing to do.

The store I go to in the mornings to pick up five newspapers that are not owned by Gannett (they’re good).  

So what about the concert?  Yeah, that Justin Hayward fellow.  Well, believe it or not, every time I hear this guy sing something or someone interesting happens.  Before the show in the newly minted Nashua Center for the Arts, a lady behind my asked someone she was attending the show with, “Is this Haywood fellow local?  Is it Haywood or Hayward?  Is he local?  Is he from Boston or somewhere?”

I just sat there and grinned.  Lady, I thought, you are in for a treat and you need it.

In earnest, the place is new and the locals are trying to support it.  The place was sold out.  Now, understand, MOST in attendance knew it was HAYWARD.  And yes, they knew what they were in for.  That is exactly why they, and, well, Carrie and I were there.  Justin Hayward just flat puts on a great performance with a consistency that is envious of any performer of any genre of entertainment.

I tell my students in order to be successful it certainly helps to surround yourself with good people.  Justin Hayward understands this.  The ladies and gentleman on stage with him could not be any better.  They complement each other with musical knowhow and an obvious dedication to the songs.  My old musical mentor, Tim Krekel, always said you have to do what is right by the song.  I’ve seen this bunch play a few times.  Julie Ragins on vocals and keyboards and kitchen sink.  She can do it all.  Karmen Gould playing flute, percussion, and backing vocals is a talented player.  Mike Dawes.  Between you and me, Mike Dawes is the best guitar player I have ever seen.  The dude obviously enjoys playing these songs.  He could certainly have other options with the talent he has.  Personally, I appreciate the fact that he is there and he knows a good gig when he has it.

And Justin Hayward?  Well, to me Justin is more affable on stage than he has ever been.  There is a graciousness about him that tells us in no uncertain terms that he is glad to be there.  He handles everyone on stage with a respect and dignity that is rare in someone of such stature.  He’s the lead singer.  They are his songs.  He still plays in the band.

Sunday night when I was witnessing Justin’s kind treatment of his guitar tech he called “Josh”, I thought about a night in Nashville’s Ryman Auditorium in October of 2005.  There were some bluegrass pickers and singers paying tribute to The Moody Blues in a Moody Bluegrass Concert.  With an all-star “house band”,  different lead vocalists would come on and sing a different Moodies tune.  Harley Allen, John Cowan, Tim O’Brien and others. There, standing off stage right waiting in the wings as it were, was Justin Hayward greeting every performer with a handshake or a pat on the back as they were exiting the stage.  I remember thinking to myself, Justin is hearing this stuff for the first time.  It’s very different from playing.  I got that.  I also appreciated a kind gesture that some of those guys and gals are talking or thinking about every time they hear Justin’s voice singing.

Indulge me.  I have heard Justin Hayward alluding to, as he did Sunday night,  hanging on to the music of one’s youth.  You who’ve read these lines have heard it before and I will reiterate:  I picked the right music or the right music picked me.  Either way, I hang on to it dearly.

No, when I began making music I didn’t sound anything like Justin Hayward or anyone else (though John Mellencamp and I spent our childhood ten miles from each other…so…).  When they’re your songs, it is your sound.  If I told you Justin Hayward has influenced my songwriting I would be telling a lie.  When I pull that guitar strap over my head and I demo a song it is all me.  When the dust of a session or a writing binge goes away, I reach for Forever Autumn or The Western Sky or more recently Hayward’s newest song Living for Love.  That tune had my students in a trance.  I didn’t see that coming.  But I sure enjoyed their reaction.  There’s that youth thing again. Yes, it matters.

When I was a high school senior the song Your Wildest Dreams made me look pretty smart.  I heard this question many times:  Isn’t that the group you listen to?   Yes.  And I still do.  The music of my youth means more than ever to me.

Lighting can do some strange things.  These photos, taken Sunday night, are reminiscent of A-HA’s Take On Me video in my eyes.  I took them straight “photo” with a cell phone that is old by industry standards.  I think they are cool.  How could they not be?

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson

A little while ago I was walking up and down some of the most challenging hills I have been on.

In the past, I walked these hills and thought I was doing something impractical.  Is this the way a man is supposed to die?  That is a question I asked myself in the past, as my lungs were seemingly betraying me and feeling as if they were going to cave in while my legs burned.

Today as I walked these hills, I was singing along with Justin Hayward singing I Know You’re Out There Somewhere as I climbed the last incline.  I looked around and wondered: is that it?

Look, my dear wife, Carrie, and I are in The Berkshires in Western Massachusetts for a few days.  I have been looking forward to walking up these hills.  I wanted to know if what I have been thinking about the last few months was going to be accurate.  I was convinced I would walk these hills for the first time with relative ease.  Check that box.

I have a trio of doctors and their staffs to thank for helping me heal.  Breathing issues that plagued me all of my life have been mitigated.  An anemia problem has been addressed and that is working out too.  Translation:  I can breathe and oxygen is moving to places in my body where it is supposed to.  Yes, I have lost a great deal of weight along the way also.  That is nice too.  But being able to breathe freely in and out is a blessing.

I wrote about this at the end of May here.  That post was called Running Scared.  I was feeling so good I was convinced I was living on borrowed time.  That the breathing problem was bound to find me again and soon.  So far I have been able to hide.

Exercise has always been a large part of my day to day.  The difference now is that I am finally reaping some larger benefits from it.  I don’t know how else to explain it.

Don’t give up.  If you think you are on a road that seems it will never lead you out of a weary wilderness, don’t give up.  As long as we are here there is hope.  I truly believe that. I didn’t see this good health turn coming.  I couldn’t even imagine it.  But I am very thankful and I know.  I knew something had to be wrong.  Fortunately we found it. Don’t give up.

Speaking the Rights.

Danny Johnson

Loved seeing this Utica High School Football helmet on the top o the juice dispenser at a cafe in Utica.  New York not Clark County, Indiana.

On the road and in a hurry to pick 14 games before they kick off.

I would have picked Texas to beat Oklahoma.

Last Week  14 winners  0 losers

Season Total  56 winners   14 losers

Don’t worry, come bowl season I will screw that up for sure.

Colorado beats Arizona State…Buffs roll.

Northern Iowa beats Indiana State…Sycamores can’t catch a break.

Georgia beats Kentucky….Hope I miss this one.

South Dakota State beats Illinois State…SDS usually tough.

Ole Miss beats Arkansas…Rebs need to keep it going.

Michigan beats Minnesota…Goldy won’t give them a game.

Louisville beats Notre Dame…It is going to happen.

Wyoming beats Fresno State…In Laramie.  Bulldogs might prove me wrong.

Miami beats Georgia Tech…Won’t be close.

Boise State beats San Jose State…On the blue turf.

Iowa State beats TCU…Cyclones are at home.

Baylor beats Texas Tech…Granny would tell not to pick against those Baptist boys.

Oregon State beats Cal…The Beavs are tough.

USC beats Arizona…In the Coliseum the Trojans roll at night.

That’s all folks.  Speak the rights.

Danny Johnson

“The University of Louisville is on a collision course with the National Championship. The only variable is time.” – Coach Howard Schnellenberger

I never heard anyone laugh the day Howard Schnellenberger first uttered those words. If you laughed, I didn’t hear you. Eyebrows were raised.  Heads turned sideways.  Then it was watch and wait time.  The legend continues.

Not long before Coach Howard Schnellenberger took over as the Head Football Coach at the University of Louisville in 1985 many folks were laughing.  In the few years before Coach Pipe took over, Coach Bob Weber was dealing with waning support.  Tickets could be purchased at Convenient Food Marts for $3.  Not many were. Some say there was serious talk of shuttering the football program that was relegated to playing in an ancient minor league baseball stadium.   These days, as you look to the west just south of the U of L campus as you are driving on Interstate 65 in Louisville, you see an L&N Federal Credit Union Stadium.  This is the home of the Louisville Cardinals Football Team.  This is The House that Howard Built.  

This photo was taken on October 1, 2011.  Two former Miami high school quarterbacks, Teddy Bridgewater of U of L and Rakeem Cato of Marshall, squared off.  The Herd won that day 17-13.  Since then, the end zone in this picture has been added with more seats.  There was a time when the sight of a stadium like this wasn’t even yet a pipe dream.

Your old Uncle Dan can tell you about what happened 40 years ago.  The Homecoming Game of 1983 at the old baseball stadium didn’t bring very many people back home.  The attendance that day was 17,064.  That was a day that saw the Louisville Cardinals  defeated by the Southern Miss Golden Eagles 27-3.  I was probably there.

My Dad graduated from Southern Miss.  When the Golden Eagles and the Cards got together in Louisville in the late 70s and early 80s, my Dad was usually in attendance.  So was I.  I wish I could remember more.  Two of these contests do stand out vividly in my mind, like a file cabinet drawer opened up with a Cardinal Red folder sticking out of it.

The 1979 game between U of L and USM, both Independents in the world of college football at the time, ended in a 10-10 tie.  I remember a Southern defender intercepting a last minute pass to seal the tie.  What can I say?  You can’t expect much for a three dollar ticket.  Attendance that day was 13,085.

Two years later on November 21, 1981, history was made in old Cardinal Stadium for the game against Southern Miss.  There were television cameras strategically placed around the grounds.  Below the cameras on tripods in the stands and placed on each side of the stadium and end zones were banners that had ABC SPORTS on them.  For the first time in the history of University of Louisville Football, ABC was in town for a regionally televised game primarily meant to be seen in the south.  Why?  In the previous two weeks Southern Miss had beaten #15 Mississippi State 7-6 and #20 Florida State 58-14.  Southern Miss was waltzing into Cardinal Stadium ranked #9 in the land.  Their record was 8-0-1.  In the fifth game of the season USM tied #7 Alabama 13-13.

A trip to Louisville was going to be a piece of cardinal pie for the Golden Eagles, right?  Not exactly.  After playing in 71 degree weather the week before in Tallahassee, Southern Miss ran out of the dug out onto old Cardinal Stadium and the temperature was 31 degrees.  Snow flakes were flying along the third base line.  Some of you remember that if you were along the first base line on offense you were happy.  You were in the end zone.

Southern Miss had a running game a team can only dream about these days.  Reggie Collier was the quarterback and Sammy Winder and Ricky Floyd were behind him.  They were all great.  Except on this day they were not.  Louisville upset Southern Miss 13-10.  The boys from Hattiesburg never got started good.  They were too cold.

The hearty U of L crowd that day of 12,940 made more noise than that place had heard in a while.  Maybe that was the genesis of the Crunch Zone?  I can only believe so.

Look, for someone who was there when this program was nearing life-support to witnessing the hiring of a legend in Coach Howard Schnellenberger to seeing a science fiction looking stadium rising from the ground to watching one of Howard’s boys take over the reigns as Head Football Coach in former U of L QB Jeff Brohm and absolutely shell the corn to a 5-0 record moving into October this season is a script I could not make up.  But I am glad I can write about it.  I am glad I was there for it.  Like being there on the cold November day in 1990 when a freshman named Jeff Brohm had to replace injured starter Browning Nagle and help the Cards defeat Boston College 17-10 in old Cardinal Stadium (thanks in large part to LB Mark Sander and a defense that picked off five of Glenn Foley’s passes).  Attendance that day?  37,636…about as many as you could pack into that old relic.  The 1990 Cards finished 10-1-1 after a 34-7 victory over Alabama in The Fiesta Bowl on New Year’s Day.

Now?  Why not?  Yes.  I think the Louisville Cardinals will beat the Notre Dame Fighting Irish on Saturday.  Look, the Duke Blue Devils played Notre Dame to the last minute losing 21-14.  Wallace Wade Stadium in Durham is not exactly the most frightening place to play a road game.  There are guys in that crowd afraid they’re going to get something on their tie.  Louisville’s home crowd has been waiting for a game like this for a long time and some of them will be half-naked and half-baked.  One guy will be holding up a large capital D and another piece of cardboard meant to resemble a FENCE.  That’s goofy crazy this many years on.

This is U of L’s time.  This coming from a man with a master’s degree from the school and little desire to root for the Cards outside the fact that I enjoy football and want to see our local teams do well.

Still.  I will be glued to a screen somewhere far away from Kentuckiana when the Cards take on Notre Dame Saturday night.  I doubt many in Massachusetts will know what I am yelling about.  I refuse to chant out the spelling of the name of any mascot with only one vowel in it.  But I will say this.  Go Cards!

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson

Charlie Brown has a determined look on his face.  Lucy has talked him into believing she will hold the football on the ground so he can kick it.  He wants to have faith in her.  He really does.  Nothing is more important on this day that Charlie putting a toe to the leather.  He wants to watch the ball take off and soar.  He wants the ball to take flight and fly over the telephone poll or the clothes line or whatever he is aiming for with a determination he will never bring to math class.

Charlie Brown believes Lucy this time.  Lucy subtly made her earnest case that this time she will do the right thing.  Charlie looks where Lucy will hold the ball.  Charlie Brown then turns away from that spot and counts the steps he will use to bring his might forward in order to make proper toe to leather contact.  His heart is racing.  His palms start to sweat.  Everything in front of him looks suspended in silence.  Then, as we know, he takes off.

Yes.  When he arrives to the spot of his portent of glory with Lucy holding the ball, suddenly she removes the ball from the hold with a sneer on her face.  Charlie Brown, in mid-swing of his leg, realizes all that is happening and he has but one retort.  “AAUGH!!!”

Welcome to Indiana Hoosier Football.  Not exactly the refrain given by Coach Norman Dale before he took the court for the first time as the head coach of the Hickory Huskers.

Last Saturday night I found myself belly-laughing when the craziest thing I have ever seen on the Memorial Stadium field as the Indiana Hoosiers were playing the role of most gracious host to the 1-2  Akron Zips.  It was near the middle of the third quarter.  The ever polite Hoosiers kindly gave the Zips a 10-7 advantage.  Then, as the Akron kicker was about to kick off giving the ball back to the Hoosiers, he did a smart thing trying to keep the ball away from the best kick returner in all of the land.  He kicked a line-drive in the opposite direction of Hoosier lighting that is Jaylin Lucas.  So what happened to the ball?  The ball struck a Hoosier on the front line of the kickoff team and bounced back into the hands of an Akron Zip.  I laughed out loud.  Funniest thing I have ever seen on a field I have been visiting for fifty years.  Later in the quarter, Louie Freeman intercepted an Akron pass and took it 22 yards to pay dirt.  Indiana 14-10.  That play and a missed 32 yard field goal by the Akron kicker on the last play of the game tied at 17 were what eventually led to a Hoosier victory 29-27 in, gulp, 4 overtimes.  Or in the parlance of Charlie Brown, “AUGHH!!!!!”

That is how the season is playing out for the Indiana Hoosiers.  AUGHHH!  It seems to be getting worse all the time.  The next home game is not until October 21st.  I got a text message today about that game.  Me, a season ticket holder, got a text message today.  The message told me I was being given FIRST ACCESS to buy more tickets.  A two for one deal!  Starting at $30!  $15 each.  That is what we paid to watch Anthony Thompson run in 1988.  AUGHHH!!!!  This spells nothing but trouble for Indiana Hoosier Football.

This act of benevolence by the IU athletic department is true Big Ten Arrogance.  What they should send me is a thank you card for purchasing 2 seats that are now worth 8 seats.  Arrogance I tell you.  If they don’t invite me back to the press box, we can turn to this page and know why.  Ain’t that America for you and me.  John Cougar Mellencamp is the last guy I ever thought I would be quoting.  Things are that bad in Bloomington.

You have no idea how much it bothers me to have written the preceding paragraphs.  Your resident neighborhood Hoosier Homer is in shreds.  I’m just speaking the rights.  If things get better in a hurry, I will write about the post that got away from me and how wrong I was. That is a precarious spot I can only dream will find me.

On to this week’s picks!  You will notice my omission of Indiana in the list of games I am picking.  Those of you have read this space often will know why.

Last week:     9 winners    5 losers

Season:        42 winners    14 losers

Here we go.

Kentucky beats Florida…at home the Cats are better suited for a noon kick in Lexington than the Gators.

USC beats Colorado…In the this is the reason college football is in trouble department, this games kicks of at 10 AM local time in Boulder and 9 AM for those watching on the West Coast.  How dumb is that?  Television Greedy Dumb.

Boston College beats Virginia…At BC, the Eagles bounce back from their butt whipping by the Louisville Cardinals.

Georgia beats Auburn…On The Plains, this could be interesting.

Texas beats Kansas…The Horns are playing well.

Michigan beats Nebraska…Oh what a game this once was.  Where have you gone, Turner Gill?

Mizzou beats Vandy…The Tigers are pretty good.

Ole Miss beats LSU…It is in Oxford and the Rebs have to have it.  The Tide made the Rebs look silly last week.  That won’t happen two weeks in a row.

Oregon beats Stanford…Kicks off at 3:30 local time.  Imagine that.

Iowa beats Michigan State…The Hawkeyes were shut out last week at Happy Valley.  They are back at Kinnick Stadium this week to prove to their fans that they still have something in the tank.

Notre Dame beats Duke…Oh I hope the Dukies win.

Tennessee beats South Carolina…I love it that there is another part of the world where USC does not mean Southern Cal.

Alabama beats Miss. State…They have to.

Washington beats Arizona…Michael Penix, Jr continues to pass his way to the Heisman Trophy.

Get after it.  I suppose I have here.

Danny Johnson

Last week I was in the rafters of this place.  Actually I was in the press box and it was a great experience.  The end result was Louisville 21 Indiana 14.

This was my office for the day.  The food was great.  The people were decent.  You are not in a press box to make great friends.  Everyone is too busy for that.  All of us have an agenda for the day.  It is either written down or planted firmly in memory.  You watch the game.  You hope you have something to contribute to someone who may be reading or watching or listening and then you move on.

But I did enjoy my vantage point.  I was asked today what the coolest thing about being in the press box is.  Silence.  That was my answer.  Behind the glass and in a comfortable seat with more room than you’ll find elsewhere to watch the game, the quiet that goes with it is perfect.  You can think.  You can work.  You can’t root for either team, as you are instructed not to before the game.  You are reminded this is a “working” press box.  You have to cuss under your breath when your team makes a play call that just ruined the day.

Another thing I enjoyed last Saturday was being seated above this goal line.  It was a heartbreaking place in the 4th quarter.  But at least I got a clear view of a 4th and Goal from inside the one for the Hoosiers that made me pause and ask myself if I actually need to be doing all this or not?  I am a Homer.  I was a quiet Homer in press box.  Still, this old Homer was mortified with a play call that saw most of the Louisville defense in the Hoosier backfield before the IU running back who was handed the ball could figure out which Cardinal was going to tackle him.

I hemmed and hawed a bit.  But I think this was the worst thing on a field that I have seen for the Hoosiers since Scott Bonnell missed that 26 yarder against Purdue in 1989.  Some will think I need to mention the 2020 Gator Bowl when the Hoosiers imploded at the end and lost to the Tennessee Vols  23-22.  Yep, that one belongs.

Oh well. On the upside, Indiana found a quarterback in Tayven Jackson.  Now…if Indiana can only keep him.

Guess what?  It starts all over this weekend.  Another opening kick-off.

Get your popcorn ready.

Last week: 10 winners and 4 losers.

Season total: 33 winners 9 losers.

So what will it be this week?

Indiana beats Akron…The Hoosiers need to run the ball.  And please, don’t run the option.  It might work against Akron.  But it ain’t working against anybody with defensive speed up front.   Hope the lights are fresh on the Hoosier side of the scoreboard.

Swissconsin beats Purdue…I hope I am terribly wrong here.  Still can’t stand Bucky.

Ole Miss beats Alabama…I did not see this coming.  But I just don’t think Bama can stop Jaxon Dart.  Sorry Brother Tim.  I picked your boys to win it all.  What do I know?  I know it is not over yet.  It will be Saturday night.

Kentucky beats Vandy…The Dores will give them a game.  They always do.

Florida State beats Clemson…Yes, in the presence of Howard’s Rock.  That aberration that was last week’s game against Boston College was wake-up call for the Seminoles.  The will be WIDE AWAKE against Clemson.

Marshall beats Virginia Tech…Uh-oh.  Homer is at it again.  This is a big game in Huntington.   remember seeing the Herd beat Purdue at The Joan a few years ago.  The place loves the big boy conference teams when they come calling.

Louisville beats Boston College…I doubt there was much butt that did not get chewed after the abysmal second half that almost got away from the Cards against the Hoosiers.  Jeff Brohm might send Indiana play caller Walt Bell a Christmas card before season’s end.

Oregon beats Colorado…In Autzen Stadium?  Are you kidding me?  The boys from Boulder can’t do it again.  Can they?

UCLA beats Utah…This will be a fun one to watch.  The Bruins are going on a PAC-12 farewell tour.  And it will be a successful one.

LSU beats Arkansas…Evening game in Baton Rouge.  The Tigers won’t be looking at their trip to Oxford next week just yet.

Penn State beats Iowa…Two mules fighting over a turnip!  I love it.

Notre Dame beats Ohio State…A man can dream.  Why not?

North Carolina beats Pitt…The Tar Heels go up and down the field against the Panthers.

Minnesota beats Northwestern…I deserve a soft ball too.

I’ll be in Bloomington for the Indiana-Akron game.  Hopefully the report will be better.  I think it will be a good showing by the Hoosiers.  They are wearing black jerseys and britches.  More importantly, they are wearing Red helmets with the “Block I“.  Be still my beating heart.

Have a great weekend!  Speak the rights when you need to.

Danny Johnson

It was tough to watch how the Indiana Hoosiers lost to the Louisville Cardinals 21-14 Saturday in Lucas Oil Stadium.  How tough?  When Tayven Jackson turned around to hand the ball off to Josh Henderson on 4th and goal at the half yard line, I knew what the result would be and I immediately thought about Lewis Grizzard.  I knew he had been there with his beloved Georgia Bulldogs.  For the first time, I completely understood.

I LOOK FOR MORE FOLKS IN LUCAS OIL STADIUM AGAINST INDIANA TODAY.

Last week the Crimson Tide let me down.  Unlike others, I don’t think BAMA is out.

Last Week:  11 winners   3 losers                                                                                             Season    :  23 winners   8 losers

The Indiana Hoosiers have to beat Louisville if they plan on packing for a trip at the end of the season that means they get play another game.  I have felt that way since the ink on the schedule was wet.

What’s up with these ACC-Big Ten matchups?  This isn’t basketball.  Michigan steered clear of it, just like they never open the season with a Big Ten opponent.  But they are Michigan and you are not.

Indiana beats Louisville

Florida State beats Boston College

LSU beats Mississippi State

Penn State beats Illinois

Alabama beats South Florida

North Carolina beats Minnesota

Duke beats Northwestern

Georgia beats South Carolina

Virginia Tech beats Rutgers

Tennessee beats Florida

Kentucky beats Akron

Ole Miss beats Georgia Tech

Pitt beats West Virginia

Colorado beats Colorado State

That’s all folks!   Kind of in a hurry.

Enjoy the day and speak the rights.

Danny Johnson

I tell my high school English students that there are some circumstances in life that come along and one piece of advice will go a long way.  Act like you’ve been there before.

Tough spots are tough spots.  You know the old saying.  When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

You will be hard-pressed to find a football man who is a more ardent supporter of the Indiana Hoosiers Football Team and Coach Tom Allen than yours truly.

I am a football man.  I have seen 72 of the FBS schools play in person in my day.  I am a football man.  Have attended games at SEC, Big Ten, C-USA, PAC-12, MAC, and ACC stadiums and let’s not leave out Notre Dame Stadium.  I am a football man.  I have never seen a game in Assembly Hall. We could keep going.

After Indiana’s 23-3 loss to Ohio State in the season opener, I thought I was going to implode in Section 9 of Memorial Stadium in Bloomington.  The score was 7-3 with just a few minutes left to go in the first half and the Hoosiers had the ball looking to add more points.  They failed miserably.  The didn’t act like they had been there before.  When your best running play of the day goes for 13 yards against a stout defense, you run it again.  The Hoosiers did not run it again.  When you are apparently playing for a first down with time to spare on a clock you want to see run out of time, you milk the play clock.  The Hoosiers did not milk the play clock.  When you run three running plays and find yourself at 4th and three on the opponents’ 40 with less than two minutes left in the half, you don’t gamble with a passing game that can’t get out its own way.  The Hoosiers gambled with a passing game that couldn’t get out of its own way.  When you just denied a pass to the best receiver in the country, you don’t act like Braveheart and hoist an imaginary sword and act like you are forcefully returning it to its scabbard and draw a 15 yard unsportsmanlike penalty.  The Hoosiers acted like Braveheart and drew a 15 yard unsportsmanlike penalty at the worst possible time.

All of this nonsense took place in the space of a few minutes when the Hoosiers decided we must not belong here.  Playing Ohio State, the Hoosiers were at home and still acting like they had never been there before.  I think I believed more in the team than they believed in themselves.

Living in an Indiana county that borders the Ohio River and whose southern tip sits 14 miles from Louisville, you better know I have heard from Louisville fans leading up to Saturday’s Indiana-Louisville game at Lucas Oli Stadium in Indianapolis.  Some Cards fans have been gracious.  Some have thought they were being gracious by saying Indiana might give Louisville a good game.  Others have poo-pooed the Hoosiers with vehemence.

Seeing how Indiana Football acted on their own home turf against Ohio State with a chance to make something happen only to pee down their leg, I’m not sure who is right.

My advice to the Indiana Football team before the U of L game is go be football players.  Don’t be Hoosiers.  Be football players and ACT LIKE YOU’VE BEEN THERE BEFORE!  Do that and you will find your way back home again.

And tell Braveheart not to bring his sword.

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson