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Thursday, November 5, 2026

Week 8: Great Expectations

Sitting here in Limbo
But I know it won't be long...


Dateline:  Flint Lake, IN

One of the things that Jerrence particularly loves about himself -- and there are many things... self-love is important, not in a "stop touching yourself, JP it's making me uncomfortable" kind of way, but more in a 'relatively healthy self-esteem is a good thing, right' fashion -- is his ability to self-amuse.

Anyway, no doubt as a wee child, with much time on his hands to perceive the world in his own idiosyncratic way... that facility to be able to find humor during some of Life's more absurd experiences, has gotten him through many tricky moments over the years -- some, ultimately, more serious than others.  

Hey, where's my espresso?
Like the time when 5 year old Jerrence passed blood in his urine... 

WAY COOL!  HEY MOM YOU GOTTA CHECK THIS OUT, MY GOGO IS, LIKE, SUPER RED... LIKE DISNEYESQUE TECHNICOLOR! 

Disappointed in his mother's lack of similarly exultant reaction -- it wasn't like anyone else in the family was pulling off this trick -- it was only later he would come to understand that two kidneys were, in fact, a bourgeoise indulgence.

Or the time during his college years when his dad found a gum wrapper with weed in it, sent from a friend in Kansas City -- and Dad asked me if he should be worried about this potentially leading to something 'harder' whereby Jerrence laughed when he told his dad no, he needn't worry and besides he couldn't afford anything pricier anyway.

And of course, there was that weekend near the end of his senior year in college, when in the course of 48 hours, he got one of the family cars into fender bender on the way to the Stevensville A-frames -- requiring a new windshield (MOM CANNOT FIND OUT ABOUT THIS) and ultimately, a trip to ER for one of the passengers for a wrist (forearm?) injury, having his contact lens washed down the sink by an overly zealous St. Mary's woman, and finally, getting a flat tire when we took said car in for the estimate on both the window and the fiberglass bumper damages.

"Other than that, how'd you like the play, Mrs. Lincoln?" his father responded upon hearing these series of unfortunate events.

Now that was funny. 

But I digress.  The point was, Jerrence couldn't think of a time in his life when he couldn't laugh at all the stupid shit that periodically befell him.

He thought he would need to draw upon that now.  

In the world in which Notre Dame football inhabits, things are rarely mirthful. Football is serious business. This year in particular, things had turned... dodgey. 

Exceedingly high expectations were not being met.  Margin for error had essentially evaporated.

If things didn't break right for ND, finding something funny was gonna be a major challenge.

But Jerrence thought he was ultimately up for it.  It was, after all, just a football game. 


Quote of the Month

"Never, never, never give up."

Winston Churchill



Jerrence wished he felt more optimistic about Saturday night.  He wished Lou Holtz was game planning against this Miami team.  

But he's not and Lou isn't.

But that doesn't mean anyone was throwing in the towel.  What though the odds be great or small*, right?


*Speaking of odds, for the life of me, I can't understand how we're 5.5 pt. favorites.


Word of the Week


Used in a sentence paragraph:  Jerrence found the first week of November to be weirdly cosmic.  

One couldn't swing the proverbial dead cat without hitting a political story -- with some pundit only too willing to tell you what the profound implications of any result would be.

It all seemed very... binary... very 'zero sum' game to Jerrence, no compromise, no middle ground for anyone. 

And incredibly analogous to Notre Dame football.  Saturday night was going to be a hotly contested affair, with emotions running exceedingly high.  Jerrence anticipated bad behavior on both sides of game, probably involving both fans and players.

What seemed undeniable to him, whether it was fair (or accurate), was from the Notre Dame side of things, the outcome would represent a stark referendum on the current state of the ND program.  

The hot takes would be scorching.

Win and ND Nation breathes a collective sigh of relief, at least for next few weeks.  Freeman would still be god-like, 'rescuing victory from the jaws of defeat', recruiting would likely see a material bump and the season's lofty expectations would be, more or less, back on track.

Lose and, well... Jerrence didn't want to contemplate how ugly it was going to get amongst the fan base.


October Thoughts

This is our last dance
This is ourselves...
Under pressure.



I have zero interest in opining about the Navy game.  There is only one topic that matters at this point:  Saturday night, ND Stadium.


–- Legacy.   See Sampson article below.  Given the expectations for this year, losing to the only two 'quality' teams on the schedule would be catastrophic and likely grounds (by some) for revising how one looks at the Freeman Era.  I'm not a fan of over-the-top hyperbole but... this is the type of game that gets embedded in history, good or bad.


-- Attrition.  I love football and yet as a fan, I hate that it's inevitably, largely a game of attrition.   

Stay healthy and one has a puncher's chance of big success.  

Get hurt at key positions -- like, say, DT / MLB / CB / FS -- and things look very different.

And not 'good different.'

PS     I have no sympathy for the Canes' loss of Toney.

–- Playoffs.  Say what you will about the political nature of the CFP committee -- and one can say a lot as some of the rankings look just flat out ("have you actually watched Indiana play this year?!") ridiculous -- but they've made it pretty clear what the stakes are for ND this week.




Buddy's Buddy


Another tough week to identify a bud for Buddy, if one were to merely limit the scope to Notre Dame football.

It becomes especially difficult when it's the Navy game.

First of all, it's a game where ND is supposed to crush. Where's the honor in citing exemplary play (or sportsmanship) against an opponent you're already supposed to dominate?

And who happens to (allegedly) play, shall we say, dishonorably?

That's a tough ask.

So one must broaden the concentric circle to find another candidate.


Luckily this week gifted us with an immediate star candidate... how about a basketball loving priest who rises to the highest position in the Catholic Church?

And with Chicago roots!

... and who's unafraid to both do his civic duty (voting!) while staying true to his collegiate Villanova background?

Pope Leo, you rock. 

Even if you were on the wrong side of the basketball ledger... um, twice last weekend, you're still infallible in my book.


RE-PETE (A shameless, illegal lift of Pete Sampson's weekly mail-bag)


At the risk of repeating myself -- at our ages, there's no risk to that happening, only certainty -- I am not interested in looking back on the Navy game for meaningful insights.

Of which I don't believe there are (m)any.

And I don't think Mr. Sampson does either!

Accordingly, herewith (one of) his thoughts re the upcoming biggest game of the 2026 season....

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The Miami game may be the biggest of Marcus Freeman’s career.

That might sound strange considering Freeman has coached in a national championship game. But when Notre Dame went on that run through the CFP two years ago, the program spent December and January betting house money. Knocking off Indiana in the first on-campus CFP game marked one of the best home environments in the past 25 years. Beating Georgia and Penn State back-to-back represented the program’s first and second major bowl wins since Lou Holtz was coach. A win over Ohio State in the title game would have meant Freeman got a statue outside Notre Dame Stadium.

It's 'put up or shut up' time...
But after missing the CFP last year as a result of quixotic early-season coaching decisions against Miami and Texas A&M, followed by the bowl opt-out and the “Leave no doubt” tour, Freeman stuck the program’s metaphorical neck out last winter. 

He doubled down on defensive coordinator Chris Ash. He loaded up in the transfer portal and invested heavily in high school recruiting. 

A loss to Miami this weekend, following a defeat at BYU as a double-digit favorite Oct. 17, could leave Notre Dame wondering what the point is.

But there is still a clean path for the CFP: beat Miami. The Irish would likely host a first-round game if they won out, closing with Boston College, SMU and Syracuse. But lose to the Hurricanes, and this Irish season would be an almost certain failure, barring a strange recipe of other results breaking Notre Dame’s way.

When Yurachek dinged Notre Dame for the lack of a signature win, his message was clear. Either beat Miami, or Notre Dame will twist in the wind during the season’s final month.

Source: The Athletic
November 4, 2026

Cocktail of the Week


Feeling nostalgic.

Big game.  High stakes.  We've been here before.

And with a close friend, The Dim One, coming into town.  A mate with which Jerrence has shared a lot of history, including that formative year as fellow Senior Bar bartenders.
An experience where, if memory serves (and it often doesn't), the staff would end each work night with a communal hoisting of a gin gimlet before setting off on our merry way, usually to get into more trouble.

Will we do that this weekend?  We'll see.  

Probably not. 

This is, after all, a colleague that often had trouble staying on his feet when liquor was involved -- even while he was working.


RICHARD'S GIMME-LET

Does your family fail to appreciate how special you are? Have you defamed or killed any of them to get what you deserve? Then this drink, mixed in honor of the chronically misunderstood Richard, Duke of Gloucester, is for you. 

In Henry VI, Part 3, Richard scores big for his clan, the Yorks, in the ongoing Wars of the Roses. But at the start of the sequel, Richard III, no one cares about any of that. Sure, they all remember his martyr of a dead little brother, Rutland. And everyone's basking in the beams of his newly crowned oldest brother, King Edward. But do they remember one lousy thing Richard ever did? 

Hump? What hump?
Noooooo. 

He's just an uneven-legged hunchback with a withered arm and no girlfriend.

What's an undervalued son to do but take down some relatives to get his turn in the Big Chair? Richard spreads a rumor that Edward's a bastard; gets his other brother, George, murdered; and puts a hit out on his little prince nephews just to be safe. 

And then he gets to be King Richard! 

Too bad his mother's the only one left to celebrate the big moment. Which she does by crashing his royal procession, announcing he was a monster-baby born "to make the earth my hell," and hitting him with a death curse. 

At the end of the play, Richard finds himself alone, unloved, and horseless on the Bosworth battlefield, about to be killed by God's gift to England, the future King Henry VII. 

Face it, Dick, you're a middle child with shoe lifts. This was never going to go your way.



-- 2 oz. gin

-- ½ oz. simple syrup

-- 1 oz. fresh lime juice

-- Very thin crosswise slice of habañero pepper

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Shake the gin, simple syrup, and lime juice with ice and strain into a martini glass. 

Drop in a vicious bite of pepper. And in the spirit of Richard's power-grabbing... gimme that drink!

Source:  Shakespeare, Not Stirred
By Caroline Bicks, PhD and Michelle Ephraim, PhD


Schedule 2026


September 
                                                  
6                Wisconsin                      W             @Lambeau Field                      
12               Rice                                W     
19               Michigan State            W
26              @Purdue                       W

October  
                                                                                                     
3                 @North Carolina        W
10                Stanford                      W           Alumni Hall reunion weekend      
17               @BYU                            L           
24               BYE       
31               @Navy                         W                          

November 

 7                 Miami                                     There Will Be Blood
14                Boston College                             
21                SMU                       
28              @Syracuse                              
                                                       
December

TBD    


Wager 2026


And it would all seem to come down to this week... 


Reminder:  Please check below to see if I got your prediction correct --- or if i missed it entirely!

Wins

ND Equivalence

Domer

12

Peaky Blinders



Tommy fookin' Shelby.


The biggest badass in all of England -- a "take no fookin' prisoners" kind of guy.


And what I aspire for my 15-0 Notre Dame team this year. 



JERRENCE

Kevin C.

The Dim One

John L.

Jim S. 

John P.

Dave M.

Blair

Daryl

JP

Peter B.

Ted C.

Bob J.

Jim B.

Pat B.

Bob S.

Tim S.

KevinM.

Bryan G.

Bryan G


11

Oppenheimer

"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."

Not exactly 'Play Like  A Champion' but I'd embrace it as a 2026 mantra.

Perhaps not a perfect movie but damn good - and Cillian was the ultimate winner.

Just how I'd see an 11-1 team (that still wins the natty) turning out. 


Matt L.
Gutsch
Tim C.
Ungie
Jim T.
Kevin M.
Bill B.
Kyle W.
Jerry P.
Mike B.
Mike G. 
Mike C.
Greg R.
Randy R. 

Tim S.
Garrett
Alex S.
Tom F.
Alvin

10

The Wind That 
Shakes The Barley


 An underrated, great film about The Troubles in Ireland -- unique in it's family-oriented frame of reference.


Hardly anyone (I know) has seen it, which is a small tragedy.  


Has some of the most realistic British torture-of-the-Irish-rebels scenes... which would probably approximate how ND Nation would view a 10 win season. 

 


Brian W.

Brian M.



9

28 Days Later


 

Danny Boyle redefines the zombie movie genre. 


Clever and stomach turning -- and probably something you only want to see once.


Just like a 9 win ND team.


 





Sports Imitating Art


The Pampered Idiot, by Leonardo Alenza y Nieto, 1807-45


Schadenfreude of the Week


A lot of this football season doesn't seem to make sense.

Typically -- and with an eye toward the playoff picture -- one could reasonably say 'only 2-4 teams, tops, have a realistic chance to win the natty.'

This year?  Who the heck knows.  And with injuries (e.g., ND's, Julian Sayin, Malachi Toney), things get even more complicated.

Does that leave room for sympathy in those cases?  OF COURSE NOT.

This week's winner...

 
Ohio State.
   Ohio State vs. USC -- the very definition of conflicted feelings.  God, why can't You have them both lose?!  

But, since one has great confidence that the Trojans will screw it up (they do play at Indiana this week), let's raise our glass to Ohio State who made USC's defense look good.  

Which is NOT easy to do. 

PS    Boy, do the Buckeyes seem to have a QB problem.


Terry's Tools


I said I wasn't going to talk about the Navy game.

I lied.

There is (was) one tiny reoccurring issue with playing the Midshipmen -- something that has been voiced repeatedly over the years... and yet when one wins handily, as ND often does, it appears unseemly to voice it... especially when one is talking about young men whose career path involves potentially lying down their lives in defense of our country.

That said...

1)  Navy.   Why does ND always come out of this game with lower leg injuries?  When we seem to have no great concerns when playing everyone else on the schedule?  Perhaps describing it as 'dirty' play is not accurate -- it's not like there's an over abundance of penalties being called. But does Navy coach borderline questionable tactics? 

Their use of cut blocks is pretty common knowledge and there was much whispering about Notre Dame players knees / ankles getting twisted in the scrums.

I dunno.  But the adage, "where there's smoke, there's fire" would seem to apply.

And with ND having had three defensive starters hurt (coincidence, I'm not so sure) before the biggest game of the year, with CFP implications hanging in the balance... consider me, now, part of that group who think it's worth asking the question 'have we not paid our WW II debt,' and is the series worth keeping...

I love tradition as much as the next man but... at what expense?


Name of the Week


What if you had what you considered the perfect name for your newborn?

It's lyrical, fun and works well with your surname.

You are sooo happy.

But then someone comes along and says, what if we could improve on your choice -- take it to 11, so to speak.

I give you...

                                                                Delicious Orie

Mr. Orie is a British former professional boxer who as an amateur won gold medals at the 2022 Commonwealth Games and the 2023 European Games.  

Now 29 years old not even sure what he's doing, professionally. Probably still boxing, getting beat up, working on a big time CTE issue later in life...


But what if.
.. he changed his name to... Delicious OREO?!

Jackpot!  The human advertisement!   (Mondelez legal counsel would lose their sh*t.)

But the mind reels at the sponsorship opportunities.


Trivia


Q.   
Which song was voted #1 of all time by Rolling Stone magazine?


A)     Hey Jude   (The Beatles) 
B)     God Only Knows  (The Beach Boys)
C)    Like A Rolling Stone (Bob Dylan)
D)    Gimme Shelter (Rolling Stones)
E)    Hotel California (The Eagles)


Answer to last month's trivia question:  Blondi (the dog) was the animal inspiration for Blondie.

One way or another, I'm gonna get ya...



Final Thought


49 years ago today... Operation KIS (Keg In Stadium).  Never to be repeated.




*Thank you, Mark, for the reminder.



Thursday, October 29, 2026

October: Accidents Will Happen

Here's your ticket, pack your bags
Time for jumpin' overboard...


Dateline:  Chesterton, Indiana

So Jerrence is driving back from his 6-week shoulder replacement check up (everything where it should be and on track healing-wise, thank you for inquiring) when what should start playing on his i-Tunes playlist but "watch out, you might get what you're after..." and by the time he's hearing "strange but not a stranger", he's in full dance-while-driving mode, mimicking Jerry Harrison's boogieing with the black back up singers. Even his semi-inert arm is losing its shit.

Jerrence is in a deliriously happy mood.  It's the last week of October and it's 77F outside... the drivers in the cars around him, are less euphoric.  While not entirely pulling off the road, they are giving him a wiiiiide berth.  And rightfully so. Jerrence f*cking loves the movie "Stop Making Sense" and that song in particular.

It'd been quite a frenetic past three months for him:  two trips to Europe, a surgery and most recently an east coast road trip seeing family and friends.  

As close friend, bon vivant and raconteur Dr. JP McGuire would say, "It doesn't suck to be us."

Indeed it does not, John. 

The T-Heads song also brings a special kind of irony -- and Jerrence f*cking LOVES irony -- when thinking about how, in light of ND's recent on-field BYU disappointment -- ND Nation seemingly wants to burn everything down:  Fire the coaches!  Bench the players!  Cancel Christmas! 

Even Chicken Little would be inclined to say, "Dude, chill.  Have a gummy."

Quote of the Month


"
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers -- for he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother..."
William Shakespeare
Henry V



During these types of road trips, one has occasion to enter into many different, and periodically surprising, conversations.  Perhaps not so surprising given the eclectic composition of people that Jerrence & Defarge gravitate toward.

What one person might be described as weird, disturbing or pathological, the Corrigans see as interesting.

One such conversation lead to talking about things one gets emotional about and for myself I offered this up... courage.  True acts of bravery / heroism really affect me.  Probably not so surprising given that Jerrence is, in the vernacular of those of a politically conservative bent, a woke liberal wussy.

So, recently re-watching HBO's Band of Brothers series -- this year being the 25th anniversary of its original airing -- brought up more than a few different insights about leadership, selfless bravery and team bonding forged in the most intense circumstances imaginable... but also how silly it is to get too worked up about a football game -- even if those same insights can be applied to the footbal team dynamic.

That doesn't mean I won't be in a highly excitable state for most of the Miami game.

Word of the Week


Used in a sentence paragraph:  With surprising equanimity, Jerrence watched the BYU game, surrounded by a variety of family -- a brother, a nephew, a brother's father-in-law.

And even as the game was drawing to its melodramatic (and ultimately, depressing) end, he found himself in a near Zen-like state.  

He was pretty sure it wasn't the bourbon talking.

Was this what maturity looks like, he wondered?  

Better late than never.

His mind began to wander, as it often did -- back to the 1980's when he'd go to campus and watch these games from the familiar comfort of The Linebacker bar.  

Tickets for the (then) 60,000 seat ND stadium were significantly harder to obtain and besides, The 'backer patrons were more 'his people.'

Those people.  As the Waco Kid would put it, "the common clay of the New West... you know, morons." 

But what struck Jerrence more was his recalling how totally unhinged he could (would) get watching those games -- hurling awful invectives suggesting, nay, demanding unspeakably bad things to happen to much of the opposition.  

And if it was a Miami / USC / Michigan game, calling for a maiming was a near certainty, with the option of decapitation not off the table.

Huh.  He wondered what happened to that boyish zeal of a younger, more unstable Jerrence?

Beyond happily appreciating that cell phones weren't around to capture such proclamations, Jerrence understood that times had changed -- maybe less than he'd like to believe -- and with it, him too.  Jerrence was now drinking better liquor.  And lets not forget the power of edibles.

Still, sitting there, watching that game... More Reasonable Jerrence couldn't shake the feeling there was still a role in the sport for his Lone Gunman idea -- positioning the former special ops sniper atop the stadium who, at a moment's notice, with stinging pellets, could wing a player, letting them know that next time, simply make the tackle, go back to your huddle and don't ever... ever... consider that self-indulgent, look-at-me-everybody routine again.


October Thoughts


When the night falls, it falls on me
And when the day breaks, I'm in pieces...




Not gonna lie -- the BYU loss sucked. Very disappointing.  And now, ND stares at essentially a one game season.  There was a saying... more of a chant during football season, really... at one of my high schools -- I don't remember which one, maybe both:  

Much has been said, the time is now. 

And so it for ND, as this blogger blatantly looks past the Navy game toward Miami.  My observations, short and simple, trying not to repeat and/or belabor what's already in the public discourse:

–- Misdirection.  Having watched many other teams play -- with one functional arm, what else am I gonna do, especially last week with ND's bye -- I'm struck by this:  there seems to be zero misdirection in our offensive scheme.

One might think that could be an opportunity.

-- Demonic convergence.  Sometimes, shit happens and the universe conspires against you, like Nick Eddy getting hurt departing from the train at the '66 Michigan State game.  A flu bug hitting. Traore getting kicked out. Both coordinators being (uncharacteristically?) strategically bad.  Carr being off (was it the thinner air?).  The refs being... well, the refs.  Not good but unlikely to all occur again en masse.  Move on.

-- Walton.  For the love of God, just play him. 

–- 10-2?  Other teams crashing 'n burning notwithstanding, I, personally, would not vote for us as part of the 12 team playoff if we lose to Miami.

Buddy's Buddy


It's been documented, perhaps not well, that my youthful love affair with baseball dissipated several years ago.  Perhaps its due to misspent years in the Wrigley Field bleachers where one realizes you can still have a great time regardless of whether the Cubs win or lose...

Another contributing factor is the 162 game season.  How can one possibly care about every. single. game. 

That said, this time of year rings differently.  Every game actually matters.  And the story lines are always compelling:  

-- The Evil (Dodger) Empire vs. The (Small Market) Little Engine That Could 

--  Two Teams Who've Never Won a World Series

-- And there's the Milwaukee equivalent of 'Win one for the Gipper':  Do It For Ueck! 


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Accordingly, keeping this an "ND thing"  therefore, how do we not make Milwaukee Brewers manager Pat Murphy this month's Buddy?  

Answer:  we must!

About to become a 3-time MLB Manager of the Year, check out his record at Notre Dame:

• Tenure: 7 seasons (1988–1994)
• Record: 318–116–1
• Winning %: .732
• Postseason: Guided the Fighting Irish to three consecutive NCAA regional finals from 1992 to 1994.


BTW, great backstory to Murphy being hired as ND's coach in '92:

A month after Irish baseball coach Larry Gallo resigned in May 1987 to become an assistant AD at Wake Forest, Notre Dame issued a nine-paragraph press release announcing 28-year-old Murphy as its new coach. 

“I heard the job was open, and the next morning I cold called AD Gene Corrigan at 5:30 in the morning,” Murphy later told. “I said, `I’m going to be your next baseball coach.’ 

He asked me, `Do I know you?’ and I said, `Not yet, but you’re going to.’ I told him I’d rather coach Notre Dame than the Los Angeles Dodgers, and he thought it was a joke.”

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World Series postscript:  The Brewers fanbase received great notoriety for their abilty to travel, arguably taking over Tampa Bay's Tropicana Field for all three games played there.

And receiving high marks for their civility and friendliness, unlike (AND I QUOTE) "those savages from Philadelphia."  😱


RE-PETE (A shameless, illegal lift of Pete Sampson's weekly mail-bag)


As critical as I am of rampant over-reacting to poor / disappointing performances, it's similarly fair to accuse me of the occasional under-reaction.

One has tried to preach patience with ND's offense -- the seemingly vanilla play calling in particular -- with the rationale that Denbrock was 'keeping his powder dry'... just wait until the big games when he unveils the über-creative plays that leave the defenses befuddled!

Um, I have my doubts about this particular hypothesis now.

Nonetheless, from Sampson (and Freeman):

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Notre Dame has personnel usage questions on offense

Does Notre Dame play its starting receivers too much? Does it play its freshman running back Walton too little? Or were some of the issues that dogged Notre Dame against BYU baked into the game plan before the Irish even arrived in Utah?

Notre Dame’s starting receivers Jordan Faison, Jaden Greathouse and Micah Gilbert logged 235 of the 237 snaps played by Irish receivers in Provo. Meanwhile, Walton got just 10 snaps and five carries. Freeman on Monday cited game flow as a reason for the usage issues: Notre Dame got stuck in two-minute drill at the end of both halves (not ideal for Walton) and wanted to ride its starting receivers when trailing (not good for depth usage).

“You always come into a game with a plan on when you want to get certain guys in the game,” Freeman said. “But then the game sometimes dictates who you want in the game at that moment.”

Freeman said he wants to see more of Walton and his reserve receivers. He has told the offensive staff as much. If that is going to happen, it has to happen against Navy. Ripping the Band-Aid off against Miami makes about as much sense as doing it at BYU. And that might be the bigger issue with the receiver rotation. It’s less about who played how much at BYU and more about how little trust the reserves gained against Purdue, North Carolina and Stanford with Carr making the checks and adjustments.

Freeman protested that he trusts his receiver depth. Playing time suggests he doesn’t.

“We have to find ways to get those guys into the game,” Freeman said. “But it’s also a challenge to them. How do you continue to be more consistent in practice?”

Source: The Athletic
October 27, 2026


Cocktail of the Week


So, dear reader, if you haven't caught on by now (not that I need to point this out to the Engineering majors), there's a bit of a Shakespearean sub-theme to this post.

That's what one disappointing loss will do to you.  Suddenly, it's "All rotten in Denmark," "Something wicked this way comes," and "If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you..."

Wait.  That last one is Nietzsche.  (More on him later.)

Or at least that's what the internet message boards would have you believe...

HENRY VIII'S WHISKEY SLASH

The best leaders aren't afraid to make unpopular decisions. Like King Henry VIII, if you're a Real Man you have to be ready to ditch a pope, behead a wife who can't give you a male heir, or divorce one who's just kind of ugly. 

In Henry VIII, or All Is True, Shakespeare and his cowriter John Fletcher dramatized the king's smooth Mau-euvering from Wife #1 to Wife #2. 

Breaking up is hard to do, but only if you're a pussy. This whiskey cocktail celebrates the alpha male's right to slash any inconvenient ties that bind. 

Like a sacrament. 

Or a neck.

-- 
10 fresh mint leaves

-- ½ cup lemon pieces

-- ½ oz. simple syrup

-- 2½ oz. rye whiskey

-- Maraschino cherries

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Slash the mint leaves into little pieces. In a shaker, muddle the lemon pieces with the mint leaves and the simple syrup until they cry out for mercy. 

Add ice and the whiskey. Shake hard and strain into an old-fashioned glass over ice. 

Stick 3 (or more, if you're feeling the urge) maraschino cherry "heads" on an olive pick, for garnish.

Source:  Shakespeare, Not Stirred
By Caroline Bicks, PhD and Michelle Ephraim, PhD


Schedule 2026


September 
                                                  
6                Wisconsin                      W             @Lambeau Field                      
12               Rice                                W     
19               Michigan State            W
26              @Purdue                       W

October  
                                                                                                     
3                 @North Carolina        W
10                Stanford                      W           Alumni Hall reunion weekend      
17               @BYU                            L           
24               BYE       
31               @Navy                                    

November 

 7                 Miami                                     There Will Be Blood
14                Boston College                             
21                SMU                       
28              @Syracuse                              
                                                       
December

TBD    


Wager 2026


Oh well...


Reminder:  Please check below to see if I got your prediction correct --- or if i missed it entirely!

Wins

ND Equivalence

Domer

12

Peaky Blinders



Tommy fookin' Shelby.


The biggest badass in all of England -- a "take no fookin' prisoners" kind of guy.


And what I aspire for my 15-0 Notre Dame team this year. 



JERRENCE

Kevin C.

The Dim One

John L.

Jim S. 

John P.

Dave M.

Blair

Daryl

JP

Peter B.

Ted C.

Bob J.

Jim B.

Pat B.

Bob S.

Tim S.

KevinM.

Bryan G.

Bryan G


11

Oppenheimer

"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."

Not exactly 'Play Like  A Champion' but I'd embrace it as a 2026 mantra.

Perhaps not a perfect movie but damn good - and Cillian was the ultimate winner.

Just how I'd see an 11-1 team (that still wins the natty) turning out. 


Matt L.
Gutsch
Tim C.
Ungie
Jim T.
Kevin M.
Bill B.
Kyle W.
Jerry P.
Mike B.
Mike G. 
Mike C.
Greg R.
Randy R. 

Tim S.
Garrett
Alex S.
Tom F.
Alvin

10

The Wind That 
Shakes The Barley


 An underrated, great film about The Troubles in Ireland -- unique in it's family-oriented frame of reference.


Hardly anyone (I know) has seen it, which is a small tragedy.  


Has some of the most realistic British torture-of-the-Irish-rebels scenes... which would probably approximate how ND Nation would view a 10 win season. 

 


Brian W.

Brian M.



9

28 Days Later


 

Danny Boyle redefines the zombie movie genre. 


Clever and stomach turning -- and probably something you only want to see once.


Just like a 9 win ND team.


 





Sports Imitating Art


Apollo and Daphne, by Daniel Seiter (1675-99)



Schadenfreude of the Week


Spoiler alert:  I have periodic problems involving my relationship with excess -- typically faciliatted by being around Feifar / Manhattans, Perez / Old Fashioned's, Rasmus / single malts, Lini / wine -- that 69 years on, that I have only recently begun to understand and accommodate for.

Luckily for me, I have the ability to blame others for my inadequacies and that almost always seems to do the trick.

I am reminded of this when one has a weekend like the 17th where seemingly EVERYONE was losing.  So many Schadenfreude nominees, so little time.  But there can only be a few winners  and we must be disciplined.  And anyway, Jerrence is not a fan of the participation award concept...

So here goes.


1) USC.  Lincoln, this one's for you.

So call me when it goes to shit
I won't rub your face in it
I swear I won't tell anyone...
...And I'll keep rooting for your downfall



2)  BYU.  Does this loss reflect poorly on ND?  Maybe. Probably.  Do I care?  

Not even a little bit.  (The heart wants what it wants.)

The only thing that would make it better would be if UCF's QB -- whom I have no idea who he is -- went to the press conference and stated that there was no way they'd be losing to the Cougars given how they disrespected him on his recruiting trip.

Even if -- ESPECIALLY IF -- he didn't even get recruited by them.


3) Los Angeles Dodgers.  This is a lay up, right?  No one outside of southern Cal ever wanted this team to 3-peat, right?  And they're probably not even bad guys.  Freddie Freeman seems like a good dude.  Shohei looked hurt but hey... 

Still, it's that gnawing payroll thing.  I wish MLB could get a handle on that.  But until they do, get used to this team being everyone's #1 Enemy. 

(Actually, they didn't choke. They simply got beat by the best team in baseball.)

Terry's Tools





Let's make this a quick ESPN College Game Day special edition...


1)  Pat MacAfee   While I have nothing against the guy, other than being mildly befuddled as to how he's become the biggest player in televised sports TV.  

Even worse I haven't been paying attention to his latest headline making experience -- not that's going to stop me -- but apparently he didn’t appreciate videos showing U. of Utah students “talking trash” about him as a “corny” shirt-ripping clown. Now he vows to never come back.  

Does it have something to do with Charlie Kirk's assassination in Utah a year earlier?  Maybe.  Who knows.

Gee, for a guy who sure likes to act badass, this feels pretty... soft.  But then, we need to remind ourselves you were a punter. 

And Pat, it could be worse:  the Mormons could be after you.


2) Kirk Herbstreit.   Another guy whom I've been pretty 'meh' about over the years.  Appropriately vanilla for sports network TV.  

A great analyst?  Not especially. 

A clever wordmsith?  Don't think so -- he can string a cogent sentence together but he won't having anyone forgetting Dandy Don Merideth.  

He's been mostly objectively unobjectionable.   Until recently. Referencing a ProFootball Weekly article...


This age of liars, grifters, and charlatans encourages other liars, grifters, and charlatans to lie, grift, and/or engage in charlatanry.

Enter Kirk Herbstreit, who seems to think his perpetual canine shield will keep him from being scrutinized as aggressively as he should be. Last month, Herbstreit addressed the intense (and justified) criticism of ESPN’s overt support for the Protect College Sports Act by pointing out that he’s decidedly not a political person.

“I don’t really get into politics,” Herbstreit said after Sen. Ted Cruz was loudly booed during an extended infomercial for the PCSA during College GameDay. “It’s just not — I’m kind of an independent guy. I don’t know anything about Cruz' political views. I care about football, my family, and my faith, and my country. Those are things I love.”

He also loves, apparently, to make time in his otherwise non-stop in-season schedule to appear at political action committee fundraising events.

Herbstreit served as the keynote speaker at a major Business Council of Alabama function on October 21. The goal of the event was to raise money for BCA’s political action committee, Progress PAC.

Look, Herbstreit can speak at any political event he wants. That’s not the issue. The issue is that he responded to the blatant effort by ESPN to boost the PCSA by saying, essentially, “I don’t know nothing about no politics.”

Whatever the specific context, bullshit smells the same in all of them. 


Name of the Week


One finds oneself in the rare -- and somewhat awkward -- position of calling out, that is to say recognizing a recent opponent.

One that had a fairly meaningful role in Notre Dame's most disappointing performance.

But  something exceptional needs to feted, though the unfortunate circumstances.  Otherwise we are no better than the knuckle dragging cretins of Coral Gables.

Besides, giving your child this name is like Babe Ruth calling your shot.  Go for it!  I give you...

                                                                Legend Glasker

Yes, Legend is his actual given birth name. 

How he got the name? 

His father, Ervin Glasker, wanted to name his son after himself, but his mother, Justina Glasker, said no. 

His father suggested "Legend" instead, and his mother loved it.

How one lands on Legend as middle ground from rejecting Ervin is... interesting.

But the kid's no slouch.  A 6'1", 175 lb. freshman WR at BYU, check out his stats:


Trivia


Q.   
Which band took their name, inspired by infamous tyrant's pet?


A)     T-Rex     (Henry VIII's mastiff, Rex)  
B)     Blondie  (Hitler's German shepherd, Blondi)
C)    Roxy Music (Pol Pot's Capuchin monkey, Roxii)
D)    The Killers  (Stalin's bear cub, Kilka)
E)     Thin Lizzy (Ungie's emaciated macaw, Lizzy)


Answer to last month's trivia question:  Leonard Skinner was that high school gym teacher.

And I don't know, oh, where I'm goin'
I just want to be left alone...



Final Thought


I'm a little late with my annual anniversary wishes for Defarge.  41 years and counting.

That well known expert on matters of the heart, Friedrich Nietzsche, once famously viewed marriage as a long conversation, advising that anyone considering it should ask themselves, "Do you believe you are going to enjoy talking with this person up until your old age?"

Well, Fred, yes I can.  Will I always understand the conversations?  Will I ever win any of the debates?  Dare to dream.  But will they always be interesting?  Assuredly, yes.

And you ain't some icon carved out of soap
Sent down here to clean up my reputation
Baby, I ain't your prince charming...