Here's your ticket, pack your bags
Time for jumpin' overboard...
Dateline: Chesterton, Indiana
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.
As close friend, bon vivant and raconteur Dr. JP McGuire would say, "It doesn't suck to be us."
"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers -- for he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother..."
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.
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."
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 meAnd 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.
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.
–- 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." 😱
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!
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):
-----------------------------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 AthleticOctober 27, 2026
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?”
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 StirredBy Caroline Bicks, PhD and Michelle Ephraim, PhD
HENRY VIII'S WHISKEY SLASH
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.
-- ½ cup lemon pieces
-- ½ oz. simple syrup
-- 2½ oz. rye whiskey
-- Maraschino cherries
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.
Schedule 2026
September 6 Wisconsin W @Lambeau Field 12 Rice W 19 Michigan State W26 @Purdue W
October 3 @North Carolina W10 Stanford W Alumni Hall reunion weekend 17 @BYU L 24 BYE 31 @Navy
November
7 Miami There Will Be Blood14 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
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.
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. |
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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 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
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| 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 shitI won't rub your face in itI 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.)
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
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
“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:
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...
Q. Which band took their name, inspired by infamous tyrant's pet?
A) T-Rex (Henry VIII's mastiff, Rex)
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...
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