Well, here we are. A new writing platform. A new day. The picture above was taken a year and a few months after I began writing my previous endeavor speaktherights-dot-com. speaktherights is no more. You won’t find it. But…that old content is still archived on this new page.
On this day in 2015 pictured above, I was 47 and still convinced that kicking anything less than a 40-yard field goal would be unacceptable, unheard of, unreal. I’m 57 now. If I could kick one 40 yards today, I would think THAT was unreal. I miss it. I really do. Few things in this life have made more sense to me than spending three hours on a football field swinging my leg and watching a ball fly over a goal post. After a while of that, I would punt the ball. Turn it loose at five yards shy of the 50 and watch a nice spiral that came down at the at the 7-yard line and rolled out of bounds at the two. That was a reason to run down the field with a great deal of joy and meaning and do it all over again in the other direction. There was a time on the North Harrison football field when I knew exactly what the ball would do, depending on where the ball landed. I knew every inch of the field.
I was born into a football family. My Dad was a coach. I lived that life. Surrounded by players, characters really, that I will certainly get around to writing stories about. So many players I remember like they would not believe.
The game of football has been great to me. The game of football has been the bane of my life. I don’t know how else to describe it. These are stories we will get to, I assure you. I need to tell these stories for cathartic reasons. Let those chips fall where they may. Some of these stories are glorious. Some are just plain telling and sad. I won’t hold back.
In the process, we will look at every week of the college football season and make those predictions. I have been fortunate to be able to cover Indiana University Football games the last few years from an interesting perspective. Hopefully, that will continue. Either way, I will be in Bloomington to witness what I predict will be a season for the IU Football team that will be every bit as enticing as the 2024 IU Football season. Trust me, I have my reasons. And Paul Finebaum will hate every minute of it!
This is going to be fun. Let’s enjoy it.