On Monday night I traveled to Harrison County rival Corydon Central High School to take in the JV Football game between the Corydon Central Panthers and the visiting North Harrison Cougars. A few of the students in my English classroom day to day play for NH. I enjoy watching them go at it.

This was the first time I had a chance to lay my eyes on the Corydon’s new artificial turf on their football field. Mr. Martin was right all those years ago in 7th grade geography class. He said, “Change is a constant feature.”

When I show up at the local high school stadiums to take in a game, I brush away the cobwebs and often harken back to sights and sounds that travel all the way back to my earliest memories when I was attending games my dad coached in the 1970s and 80s. At Corydon, I looked at the nice new scoreboard sitting above turns 3 and 4 of the west side of the track. I thought about one I had seen there when I was a child, though I am convinced it was on the other end of the field. That old scoreboard didn’t have a clock with digital numbers on it. It had a circle resembling a clock that kept time in some fashion that I am not even certain of. Even timepieces can do funny things.

Last night’s game was a close one. The Cougars ran out of time. The Panthers won out 14-8, erasing an 8-0 advantage the Cougars held at halftime. The boys played hard. I was proud of them. As I looked on, I could hear and see so many memories, both good and bad, from many years ago.

In 1981, as an 8th grader playing right guard next to my friend and center Mick Rutherford. The first play from scrimmage was a 2-hole quick to Russ Keith. Mick and I came off the ball, made a hole, hit the ground, looked up, and saw the back of Russ’ jersey running all 66 yards to paydirt. The final score was North Harrison 8 Corydon Central 0. Mick and I are still great friends to this day. We lost Russ to cancer many years ago.

In 1982, as a freshman JV player, I was on the sidelines watching and rooting on a 7-1 North Harrison team in its 5th varsity season against a 3-5 Corydon Central team. We ran the wishbone offense that year. In the first quarter, our quarterback broke his hand. We lost 36-28. That was difficult.

Fastforward. It is 1990, five years after my dad was coach. At the June North Harrison school board meeting, I got up and spoke up. Not approving of the pathetic support that was being given to the football program, I aired my grievance. Mind you, I didn’t say anything I would not have said in front of my mother or a Sunday School class. In a short time, I learned that free speech can certainly come with a high price. In 1991, North Harrison hired a new football coach. Not long after he was no longer the football coach, he and I were on a field trip together with our sons to the Louisville Zoo in the spring of 1998. He told me when he was hired by NH in 1991, he asked about assistant coaches and was told he could hire anyone except one person. You guessed it. I don’t regret it. Standing up and defending kids needing a voice was a sword I had to fall on. I still feel that way.

When the 1992 high school football season came around, I was on the sidelines again. This time I was a Corydon Central Panther. I distinctly remember playing North Harrison that year. It was 0-0 at halftime on a beautiful autumn night. I was the special teams coach and had a ball showing youngsters how to swing their legs to the fullest. When the second half got under way, Billy Powell intercepted a pass from his linebacker spot and returned it for a TD. Our sideline erupted. During that week of practice, though it was not about me, players came up to me to stick a finger in my chest and tell me they were going to win this one for me. I told them to just go win it. Of course, I appreciated the gesture. When Billy hit the end zone, our sideline went berserk. Guys were on the field rolling around like Curly of the Three Stooges. I was celebrating. Our whole team was on the field soaking up the moment. When revelry went on longer than the ref thought it should, he threw a flag. 15 more yards! Hooooo-ray! That means a 35 yard extra point and that will be an even nicer exclamation point. I was good with it. I was great with it. Reminded me of the night in 1985 when I was kicking PATs with a square-toed shoe that I had to change into while I was playing center. One night this endeavor was taking a while. The ref came over to me. “Hustle up 56, you’re short on time.” I looked over at him and said, “Just go ahead and throw it.” He did and moved us five yards back. I suppose he could have moved us 15 yards back had he wanted. Was the kick good? Yes. It hit the track. I looked at the ref and gave him a thumbs up. He just shook his head and chuckled.

Jason Becker’s 35-yard extra-point that night would have been good from 50. It nearly disappeared into the night sky. Jason would kick two more PATs that night and the final score was Corydon Central 21 North Harrison 0. The first shout-out in the Big Cat Classic since 1985 when I was a player for the team we beat that night. Oh what a night.

In 1993, in addition to being the special teams coach, I was the sole JV coach. I would continue with these two roles in 1994. We won two games during those two years and they were nice bookmarks. The first victory was a 26-0 win over the Brownstown Central Braves, the school of my childhood, in 1993 in the first game of the season. The last game of 1994 was a win over the North Harrison Cougars 18-0. I was given the soak the coach treatment after the game. Both of these games were played at Corydon. That was just fine with me.

The 1994 team came to life again Monday night as I sat there watching. I thought about moments and players and plays I have not thought about in many years. I loved calling offensive plays. We had one play called “The Root Pass”. The center snapped the ball between the quarterback’s legs to the running back lined up behind the quarterback and the running back passed the ball. The last line I yelled to the center before we ran this play was, “Don’t hit the quarterback in the root!” Those kids loved this stuff.

Another play was “The Herky Jerky Turkey”. Casey Helm was the tight end on the left side of the line. He ran up-field about 7 yards and did a Dan Ross misdirection move turning 270 degrees and sprinting across the field to our offensive right. The quarterback faked a pitch left to the running back filling to block the spot Casey had vacated. Kevin Rice, the quarterback, rolled to his right after the toss fake and when it worked well, he’d hit Casey dragging across the middle and that boy had sure hands. When we hit that pass, I made a fist pump that Lane Kiffin had to of copied.

That 1994 team is the team I called “The Magnificent 13”. When we had 11 on the field, there were two standing next to me. I did everything I could to make this fun for these guys. They played their butts off for me. I knew it then and I appreciate it now. I often wore Moody Blues T-Shirts to practice, and the guys called me “Coach Moody”. A month or so ago, I was picking up a to go order at the Beef “O’ Brady’s in Corydon; I heard a voice yell out, “Moody!” It was a former player. I had to ask his first name. I filled in the rest, and we shared a great moment.

Last story. One of the “Magnificent 13” was a wide receiver I called “Peanut”. Peanut Corbett, if memory serves. He was no bigger than a minute and a bit portly for a wide out. One day he couldn’t catch a cold naked in the North Pole. I said, well…I yelled “Peanut! Get over here!” Our helmets were gold. I told him to turn around, as all the guys were standing around us. I began to rub and stare at the back of his helmet. “Peanut…Peanut…the great golden ball is giving me a vision…what is this? Peanut wearing #62 and playing guard in the next game? Could it be…” He pleaded with me, “No, Coach. Give me another pass.” We ran a skinny post to him; he held onto the ball, and he smiled at me.

After the 1994 season, there was a head coaching change at Corydon Central. I never coached at Corydon again. Or anywhere else for that matter.

In subsequent years I interviewed for the head football coaching position at North Harrison on two occasions. I never had a chance either time, no matter what I could bring.

On this Monday night in 2025, it was great to go back and just sit there in silence and relive so many good times and rue over so many missed opportunities. That’s life. I have had a good one.

I recently published an interview with University of Louisville Co-Defensive Coordinator Coach Mark Hagen who led the Indiana Hoosiers in tackling during 3 of his 4 seasons of playing in Bloomington. Mark was on the last IU team to win a bowl game in 1991. Having written that, and wishing Coach Hagen nothing but the best, I decided it was time to cross the river and take in a University of Louisville game and root him on! On Friday night the Cards hosted the James Madison University Dukes. In the early going, there was not much to root about.

After one quarter JMU led 7-0. When that quarter ended it felt like I was watching two teams fighting over a turnip. The first quarter ended with JMU running 15 offensive plays for 39 yards and Louisville running 17 plays for 27 yards. These offenses could not get out of their own ways. That and, with a nod to Coach Hagen, the U of L defense was stout.

I have to admit, I felt both a little old and little nostalgic as I watched QB Miller Moss #7, a good one in my opinion. I had not been in the U of L press box in 35 years. On that occasion, #7 was a guy named Browning Nagel. He led that 1990 team to a win over Alabama in the Fiesta Bowl. Louisville finished 10-1-1 that year and was one of Coach Howard Schnellenberger’s finest achievements.

The nostalgia really kicked in when a young man came to me at the end of the first quarter and handed me a paper copy of the first quarter game stats. I look at the young man, smiled, and said, “Thank you, good sir.” He didn’t know what to make of that.

I knew. I alluded earlier to this being the first time in 35 years that I was in the U of L press box. That season I was there for the Memphis State game and the last home game against Boston College. That was a 17-10 victory willed by linebacker Mark Sander in one of the greatest defensive efforts I have ever witnessed. That night, I WAS THE YOUNG GUY, age 22, handing out the stat sheets to media members. The last one I handed out, as they were in commercial, was to Gerard Phelan. He was doing color commentary for NESN (New England Sports Network) for Boston College. I shook his hand and proceeded to hang out with him on that antique catwalk of a place to call a game in that old baseball stadium Louisville once played football in. Looking at a small monitor at the instant replays was all too perfect. When they went to commercial again, Phelan and I talked about the catch he made. You know the one. Boston College vs. Miami in 1984. THE PASS. Doug Flutie’s miracle heave to Gerard Phelan won Doug Flutie the Heisman Trophy. Have we had a moment that dramatic since? The Auburn people would say yes (Kick 6). Gerard Phelan could not have been kinder to me. Like Minnie Pearl, I was just proud to be there.

Ultimately, the Cardinals got it together. After being down 7-6 at the half, after being down 14-6 in the third quarter, the switch flipped. When the switch flips for Louisville, we are usually talking about big plays. A Miller Moss 64-yard pass in the third quarter started the Card roll. A 2-point convert tied the game at 14.

Early in the 4th quarter, JMU fumbled in their own end zone. Cardinal defender A.J. Green had no qualms about landing on the ball for 6 points. The PAT was no good. Cards 20-Dukes 14. Then, late in the 4th quarter, Cards running back Isaac Brown lived up to his billing and took off down the left sideline for 78 yards and 6 more for the Cards. A 2-point conversion made the score 28-14. That was the final. The Cards are going to be fine.

On Saturday, the Kennesaw State Owls flew up from nearby Atlanta to Bloomington, Indiana to take on the #23 ranked Indiana Hoosiers. I hope the Owls were compensated well. Wasn’t this the week Indiana was going to play the Louisville Cardinals before IU bought their way out of that match-up? I think so. And that was a shame. I get Indiana’s logic. Schedule low and get some wins and some more practice before the Big Ten games get here. I agree with the sentiments of Buck Suhr, Indiana color-commentary partner to play by play man Don Fischer. Buck intimated, and I agree with him, that Indiana, even after an 11-2 season, can’t expect sellout crowds when they are bringing in Pea Ridge and Squash Holler (my terms and not Buck’s) for practice games before the likes of Illinois get here on September 20th. That game is sold out. This is the choice Indiana has made, after great deliberation (the IU way) I am sure. So be it. If the CFP is not at the end of the rainbow, the Hoosiers might be able to win a bowl game for the first time since 1991. They win, thanks to Big Ten broadcasting money, either way.

Saturday’s game was a good one for the Indiana Hoosiers. 56-9 was the final score. The Kennesaw State Owls were ready to warm up the bus by the end of the third quarter.

I know Indiana took some guff after last week’s 27-14 win over Old Dominion. After that game, the AP #20 ranked Indiana Hoosiers fell to #23. This week’s 56-9 win gave Indiana a one spot bump to #22. They are not going to get much love out there. We know that.

Look, I have no doubt Indiana has plenty of game plan, especially on defense, that they are saving for Illinois. We’ll see it.

Going into game three against Indiana State on Friday night, the Hoosiers have dominated every aspect of the first two games they have played. The Indiana offense is averaging 549 yards. The Hoosiers have 58 first downs to their opponents 20. Take away 2 long runs by the Old Dominion QB in game one, and the Hoosiers would lead in rushing yards 625 to 154. In fact, the Hoosiers have run for more that 300 yards in consecutive games this year for the first time since 2014. And the Hoosiers are running the ball by committee. This is not Anthony Thompson or Vaugh Dunbar running the ball 35 times. Kaelon Black, Roman Hemby, and Lee Beebe, Jr. are leading a Hoosier rushing attack that is stout behind an improving and better every day offensive line.

On Saturday, wide receiver Elijah Sarratt caught three of quarterback Fernando Mendoza’s four touchdown passed. Mendoza looks more comfortable with every quarter he has played this season. He has also been plagued with a case of the drops by some of his receivers. That did not happen last year. That will be corrected. And if I may, look out for E.J. Williams, Jr. at the wideout position. He is going to impress you in the time of crunch.

In the end, and in the Big Ten play, I have a feeling the Indiana defense will be the phase of the game that really shines and comes through. Front D-line with Mikail Kamara leading that charge, Aiden Fisher at linebacker playing defensive QB, and a defensive backfield led by D’Angelo Ponds and Amare Ferrell, this IU defense is going to be a squad to be reckoned with during conference play. Yes, I am a homer. But I have been looking closely in on IU Football for more than 50 years. That also makes me a realist.

What was really special this weekend was finally catching up with the best College Football play by play man in all the land. His name is Tim Brando. More than that, Tim Brando is, with a nod to Archie Manning, a good guy.

For many years Tim Brando and I have been “pen pals” of sort. We finally met Saturday. He was calling the Indiana – Kennesaw State game in Bloomington for Fox Sports. TB is a Shreveport guy. Pat Conroy often spoke of the power of geography. I think that truth is in play here. My grandparents lived in Shreveport for decades. Tim’s dad and my dad went to the same high school, albeit 17 years apart, in Shreveport called St. John’s. The school is now on its second name change since and goes by Loyola Prep.

My Granny always enjoyed tuning into a game that Tim Brando was calling. She could have tuned into any one of five games on at the same time. She’d would always gravitate to “that good Shreveport boy” if he was calling the game.

Tim’s dad, Hub Brando, was a Shreveport media legend. On Saturday, Tim told me that when he runs into folks of a certain vintage, they aren’t so much interested in what he is up to. They want to talk about Hub. I get it. My dad coached football for a long time. I can’t walk through Brownstown, Indiana too long before I get asked, “How’s your dad?” Last year I was the guest of a friend at the IHSAA Class 2A Boys Basketball Championship in Indianapolis. When I made a quick exit, before the final celebratory postgame, I was met on an empty concourse by a guy I have known for a long time. I said, “How about those BCHS Braves! They did it!” He looked at me and said, “Yes they did. Tell me, how is your dad doing?” I get it TB. I get it.

Granny would be proud to know that I think Tim Brando is the best college announcer in the business. Tim’s style is just pure and real. He doesn’t take himself so seriously that he gets in the way. He knows that sometimes less is more. Keith Jackson was like that. Solid and easy to listen to. That is a gift these days. As I was driving to the U of L game, I was talking to an old friend and told him that Brando was going to call the game in Bloomington the next day. With no provocation, and no hint of my positive thoughts about Tim and his work, my friend said, “I really like him. I think he might be the best of any to listen to.” Old friends that think alike. What a treasure.

I’m glad TB enjoys coming to Bloomington. What a beautiful day it was to call or watch a game. I am thankful that Tim has, on occasion, reposted some of my work. That is a great compliment. I appreciate it.

I have to admit. I didn’t make my weekly picks for this past Saturday’s games. Things were a bit hectic. I will try to do better. Indiana plays host to Indiana State this Friday night. Looks like 3-0 when the Illini come to town and things get serious.

Hunker down boys. Crunch time got here in a hurry compared to the 2024 football season for the Indiana Hoosiers that played out like Coach Curt Cignetti was driving the glass coach to pick up Cinderella.

Last year the Hoosiers played more than 480 minutes, more than eight games, before they found themselves behind. This year it took all of 11 seconds for the Old Dominion Monarchs, thanks to the fleet feet of their quarterback Colton Joseph. ODU 7 Indiana 0.

Last year after the season opener, Coach Curt Cignetti chastised the fans that left at halftime. This year the offensive line could not get out of its own way to push a Hoosier runner into the endzone inside the five. Fans left at halftime. Coach Cig had much more to think about after this game than chewing fans.

Last year the Hoosiers had to go 5-0 before they got an ounce of love from the AP Top 25 voters. This year they entered the season as the AP’s 20th ranked team. After a lackluster performance on Saturday, the Hoosiers dropped to #23 this week.

The Hoosiers will probably be fine. They have a couple more games to get the kinks worked out before the 11th ranked Illinois Illini show up to Bloomington. That game could be a matchup between the lowest ranked teams ever to play in Memorial Stadium.

Saturday was not BAD for the Hoosiers. If they don’t improve before Illinois gets here it will be bad.

Team Stats

1st Downs	10	30
3rd down efficiency	4-10	10-17
4th down efficiency	0-0	0-2
Total Yards	314	502
Passing	96	193
Comp/Att	11/22	18/32
Yards per pass	4.4	6.0
Interceptions thrown	3	0
Rushing	218	309
Rushing Attempts	23	57
Yards per rush	9.5	5.4
Penalties	9-65	3-25
Turnovers	3	1
Fumbles lost	0	1
Interceptions thrown	3	0
Possession	18:32	41:28

These are not bad stats. The game was not the 27-14 score it appeared to be. The Hoosiers ran all over these guys. Roman Hemby and Kaelon Black ran well. The offensive line was stellar from 20 to 20. The QB and receiver play has to improve. Errant throws and drops were a problem.

Defensively, 163 of Old Dominion’s 218 yards came on two runs by the quarterback. The defense was not bad.

The only thing that seemed to fail the eye test was a team that was not ready to play good football when the guys in the striped shirts finally gave them the go-ahead to start hitting someone with a different colored jersey on. This is the moment when things really need to and really should come together. That is teamwork.

Herb Brooks, when putting his 1980 Olympic Hockey team together, said he wasn’t looking for the best players. He was looking for the best team.

4 hours before kickoff things were hopping around Memorial Stadium. That was refreshing. Major College Football is alive and well in Bloomington.

In 2019, I took this picture 3 hours before the Ohio State game. Things are much better in 2025.

A trip to Neyland Stadium is thing to behold. The first time I was there I had the tune Rocky Top memorized before the end of the first quarter and heard it ringing in my head the next three days. I was there rooting on the Ole Miss Rebels. UT won 52-14. Ugly. Ugly game I tell you. Let us hope we don’t see anything looking close to that ugly this weekend as we enjoy the first full weekend of the 2025 College Football season. We need it. Even with all the chestnuts that roast over the business state of the game, we still need it. Your 11 against their 11. It is time I tell you!

Every week I will offer 14 games. I pick winners straight up. I don’t gamble. I can’t fathom being upset because my team only won by 12 points. That is not going to happen with this ole boy. Don’t ask.

Mississippi State beats Southern Miss… Coach Huff brought his Marshall squad with him to Hattiesburg. Won’t be enough. At least State has the guts to play USM. Ole Miss can’t claim that. Don’t tell about no-win situations.

Tulane beats Northwestern… The Green Wavers have a quality QB and more to prove.

Texas beats Ohio State… Arch Manning at QB for Texas. A redshirt freshman at QB for Ohio State? Never mind that I abhor Brutus. It’s Arch’s show and we are ready to watch.

Kentucky beats Toledo… Coach Stoops is already catching heat and the ball has yet to be kicked. The Louisville paper ran a story recently looking at possible replacements for the man. His buyout is huge. Still, let the man coach the season. Jon Gruden can stay away.

Indiana beats Old Dominion… The teams that come to Bloomington better be ready. The Hoosiers will be and if you saw the Purdue game at the end of the season last year, you better know they want to score 66 or more points on you too. The Hoosiers still have a great deal to prove. It is 2024 all over again.

Louisville beats Eastern Kentucky… Watch this powerful offense put up some monster numbers in this one.

Alabama beats Florida State… After getting beat by Vandy last year, you’ll see a much-improved Tide. They will win and win and win this year.

Georgia beats Marshall… Earlier today I was thinking about watching Rakeem Cato throw the ball to Tommy Shuler 19 times for 200 yards against Purdue in 2012 in West Lafayette. Purdue won 51-41. Doesn’t seem that long ago. Yes, UGA wins this one.

Clemson beats LSU… Cade Klubnik vs. Garrett Nussmeier. Not unlike Marino vs. Montana. One of those QB matchups. Clemson’s defense will give LSU fits, as they fly all over the place.

Ole Miss beats Georgia State… Coach Lane Kiffin is always fun. The scoreboard in Oxford had better have good batteries. Reb fans are missing Jaxson Dart. New QB Austin Simmons will do just fine.

Washington beats Colorado State… The Huskies will be improved.

UCLA beats Utah… An old PAC-12 game that is no more. UCLA and Tennessee traded quarterbacks. Nico Iamaleava traded Rocky Top for The Rose Bowl. Who could blame him?

Notre Dame beats Miami… The Irish better be ready for the South Florida heat and HUMIDITY. I am sitting here watching a ranked Boise State team wilt on a trip to take on South Florida. The Broncos are pooped, and they are behind 31-7 in the 4th quarter.

North Carolina beats TCU… Watch that Patriots coach win. Mack Brown will tell you the UNC brass gave the new guy the keys to the kingdom and the war chest.

We’re here! Enjoy it all. I will be in Bloomington Saturday for the Indiana game.

When I caught up Mark Hagen last week, I thought I might lead our conversation off with a zinger about a game that was played nearly 40 years ago that, given he has seen so much football since, might make him ask me about some of the particulars from my research. It took one question and immediately I knew I was about to talk to someone who knows and loves and remembers the game of football as well, if not better, than I do. These are rare conversations.

If Coach Mark Hagen is not blowing a whistle right now or running a defensive drill, I’d say he is looking at game tape of the Louisville Cardinals’ first opponent of the 2025 football season. That would be the Eastern Kentucky Colonels. Mark Hagen is the Co-Defensive Coordinator of the Louisville Cardinals. He followed Head Coach Jeff Brohm from Purdue back to Brohm’s hometown team. Cards fans will be happy this year. They are in for a great season. If they stay healthy, look out.

What question did I ask Mark Hagen to open our interview? Just how tired he was after the 1986 Indiana High School Athletic Association Class 5A Championship game between Hagen’s Carmel Greyhounds against the Fort Wayne Snider Panthers? The Panthers were led by NFL running back Vaughn Dunbar, according to my notes Dunbar had quite the night. Mark Hagen remembered it well.

“Vaugh was a great back. That season our defense was stout. He had 250 and some change and 96 of it was on one run when they were back up. We were fortunate to get that game into overtime and get the “W” (Carmel won 20-17) but he almost beat us single-handedly that day.” Just like my notes told me.

Coming out of high school Mark took recruiting trips to Arizona State, Wisconsin, Purdue, and Indiana. Indiana Head Coach Bill Mallory won him over. “Coach Mallory had a vision for his program. Being around him, he was just a motivator. He was certainly a fatherly figure and just a great person all-around. I’m very thankful that I made that decision to go to Indiana. He wanted to feature in-state talent.”

Mark Hagen was a great player for Indiana. He was a 4-year letterman and 2-time Second Team All-Big Ten. He led a 1991 Indiana defense that held Baylor scoreless in The Copper Bowl. Indiana won 24-0. That was the last bowl victory for the Indiana Hoosiers.

Mark turned to coaching and got his start under Bill Mallory as a graduate assistant in 1992. What led Mark to coach was unplanned. Mark had graduated from Indiana’s Kelly School of Business. From there, students can usually find a good gig. Why football? “I decided to coach when my playing days came to an end. Three back surgeries meant I was not going to play at the next level. I couldn’t get into an NFL camp as a free agent. It was an abrupt end, and I just wasn’t ready to give up on the game of football. I asked Coach Mallory about it, and he was all for it. The NCAA cut Graduate Assistant spots, so I was a GA in the weight room and Coach had me very involved. And the next year I was named Coach Mal’s Administrative Assistant. I had this t role for 3 years. I was involved with the defensive coaches. When defensive coordinator Coach Joe Novak left to be the head coach at Northern Illinois, I went with him and that was my first assistant coaching job.”

This would be the first in a long line of defensive coaching stints since 1992.

1992-1995 Indiana University

1996-1999 Northern Illinois

2000-2010 Purdue University

2011-2012 Indiana University

2013-2015 Texas A&M

2016-2019 Indiana University

2000 Texas

2021-2022 Purdue University

2023-Present University of Louisville

College Football coaching can take some unlikely turns and a few ugly ones as well. Look at that list above. If you are an Indiana fan, seeing this guy coach for Purdue is like an Ole Miss fan seeing their hero coach for Mississippi State. It happens and it happens for good reason. “We made the move to West Lafayette in March of 2000 and never in a million years did I think I would be there for eleven years, but I truly enjoyed each and every one of them. I learned a lot and was a part of some great teams.” One of those teams, led by quarterback Drew Brees, went to The Rose Bowl.

In 2020, the ugly part showed itself, as it usually does sooner or later if you hang in there long enough. Coach Tom Herman was the head coach of the Texas Longhorns and Mark Hagen was the Associate Head Coach for Defense/Defensive Line Coach. This was 2020. This was the covid season of covid seasons. The Texas Longhorns were 7-3, including a 32-point win over Colorado in the Alamo Bowl. In Texas, the head football coach can go 7-3, win a bowl game, keep the team together through thick and thin and covid and still get fired. Such was the fate of Head Coach Tom Herman that year.

” After the 2020 Alamo Bowl we had a ten-day break; I was watching my third daughter in a soccer game in Waco, Texas. Got a call and was told we had a staff Zoom meeting in 30 minutes. I thought this can’t be good. Coach Herman told us they had relieved him of his job, and they were hiring Steve Sarkisian. Everything happens for a reason, and I had a chance to go back to Purdue. Purdue’s head coach, Jeff Brohm, called me the next day and offered me a job and I was able to go back to Purdue which is a place I always enjoyed.”

When Coach Jeff Brohm came back home to coach at his alma mater, Mark Hagen followed him to Louisville and Mark sounds both excited and as content as a major college football coach can sound. “I’m excited about our team. I think it shapes up, I think we have a good home schedule. We have eight home games. We’ve got Clemson at home, and everybody is picking them to be the favorite in the ACC. They probably look like they have the most talent on paper. Our road games open at Pitt and that is a tough one; Coach Narduzzi does a great job there, SMU they were in the college football playoff last year and that one is on the road. I know it’s kind of cliché, but Coach Brohm does a really good job of having our guys focused. We’ve had a good camp. We’re focused on our first opponent Eastern Kentucky. We expect to be good this year. We’re ready for the challenge.”

Toward the end of our conversation, I couldn’t help myself. I told Coach Hagen when I see the Louisville Cardinals play, there goes a run for 79 yards! There goes a pass for 81 yards! I told him I have to believe, as Coach Hagen is watching these long gainers, he has to be saying give us an eight-minute drive every now and then to spell our defense. Coach Hagen’s response to that started with laughter and followed with, “Well, yeah, I’m cautiously optimistic with our running attack we can get into some situations where we can control the ball, but you know what? People love big plays whether they are through the air, on the ground, or on special teams returns, blocked punts, strip sacks. What we do is our thing. It comes with some rest or comes with sudden change, that is what our guys are in for on the defensive side of the ball, and we hold each other accountable. Whatever the situation is. Short field, a team backed up, no matter the situation we have to do our job. We have to make sure we don’t give up big plays. Miami, Notre Dame, SMU those were all one score losses last year. We can’t let teams hang around.”

We ended our conversation talking about Coach Bill Mallory. At Bill Mallory’s Memorial Service after Coach Mal died suddenly in June of 2018, one player from each of the four college teams Bill Mallory led over the years got up to speak. One from Miami, Ohio, one from Colorado, one from Northern Illinois, and one from Indiana University. The Hoosier that stood at the microphone and delivered an inspiring message was Mark Hagen #47 in your program and #1 in your hearts.

“Coach Mal was like a second father to me, and not just to me but a lot of guys that played for him. I just have the upmost respect for him. The old cliché that ‘you’d run threw a brick wall for the man’, that is the honest to God’s truth. Very unique individual. The humblest person I’ve ever been around. The way he went about his business. The way he treated people. Just a great leader of men. Being around him was always like filling up your gas tank. He could motivate you immediately, instantly. Sad that he is not with us. I was thankful for the opportunity to speak at his memorial service. I will always cherish those memories.”

With coaches like Mark Hagen and Jeff Brohm, the Louisville Cardinals are not a team I would root against. I told Coach Hagen I hope his team stays healthy and they win every game. If you are a Cards fan, you will have plenty to enjoy this 2025 College Football Season. Enjoy it.

“Time waits for no one at all. No, not even you.”

From The Moody Blues song Driftwood written by Justin Hayward.

You’re so right Jus. You’re so right.

The 2025 season means two things. 40 years on, in 1985, was the last season I played high school football, and it was also the last season Indiana High School Football players on the line often looked like they were submarines along the turf of the football field.

This was the last season lineman were not allowed to extend their arms and “push” to block. We were made to keep our arms in, lead with our forearms and shoulder pads. It looked nothing like the dance moves that play out on high school fields today. Hope that your dancers are stronger and more agile than the other team’s.

That photo up there shows a pad that went around me above the waist to protect my back. I only played one full honest to goodness REAL season of high school football. That was my 9th grade season in 1982. And it was a good one to be a part of. That winter, in 1983, I injured my back in a weight room mishap. Don’t ever go under a squat rack after you just ran three miles on the cross-country course when the temperature is 20 degrees out. Your back will be cold. Mine was. The weight on my shoulders came down. We did not come up. The disc between my L-4 and L-5 vertebrae made an unkind gesture. I have been mindful of it ever since.

I played, really played, as in starting at center and doing my punting and kicking, the last five games of my senior year. That was fun.

All I have left is to shake the hand of the kid who kicks a longer field goal for North Harrison than I did. I thought I would carry him or her off the field when that happened; that is not going to happen.

That is all behind me now.

Like most of us, I have a pesky “news feed” on my phone. This invention is forever annoying. My phone knows what I am about. Plenty of updates on music about the heroes I adhere to. I won’t turn off a George Strait song on the radio. Rarely would I be listening to a station where you would find George Strait. When George sings about saying goodbye in Marina del Ray, I listen up. Being a man prone to writing about football, I get a great deal of that coming my way. The sound bites and press conference clips are GREAT. For every one of those, however, someone is imparting a “list” on me. How many times can I see a list ranking the stadiums of the SEC? A list ranking the coaches of the Big Ten. A list ranking the bathroom facilities of the stadiums in the ACC. No, I have not seen that one. But I will say the facilities at Wake Forest are first rate.

So, I sit down to write a meaningful list about football. I’d be delighted to read more lists like this one. I don’t need to see a list telling me the most annoying fan base in the Big Ten. I already know that is a tie between Ohio State and Wisconsin.

This list reads like the titles from the old TV show The Waltons. Simple. Simple. and Simple.

The Bus Ride

On a perfect autumn night in 1982, I was one of the North Harrison Cougars riding home from Brownstown Central. That night the 6-1 Cougars beat a 7-0 Braves team on their home turf by a score of 27-14. Never before or since have I heard such laughter, team-love, and accomplishment on the bus ride home.

The grass at Brownstown gave way to artificial turf some years ago. That old stadium is gone. And the goalpost shown that I would split two years later is now on a practice field. Pat Prince, a senior guard, would get us started on the bus. “We’re the Cougar Football Team (we’d repeat it back), “We’re lean and tough and mighty mean…” A variety of incantations followed. The one on the way home from Brownstown that October night in 1982 was special.

The Hoosiers

There is so much talk about Indiana Hoosiers Football these days; I feel I am living in an alternate universe at times. My distinct memories of Indiana Football go back 50 years. In 1975, the Utah Utes came to Bloomington. This was my first tangible proof that Utah existed on anything other than a map. Frank Stavroff, the Indiana kicker, put one through the uprights from 52 yards away. Amazing.

My love affair with Indiana has been on again and off again. The day they fired Coach Bill Mallory in 1996, Halloween to be exact, I was furious. Cam Cameron and Gerry DiNardo came and went.

Like so many others, I thought Coach Terry Hoeppner was going to lead Indiana out of the bowels or lethargy, my apologies to Jack Dundee. Coach Hep gave us two great seasons. He didn’t live to see a third. He didn’t see Austin Starr kick that 49 yarder against Purdue the following season that made the Hoosiers 7-5 and heading to a bowl for the first time since 1993.

A great picture of me and my mother, Tressie Johnson. We were about to pile into that van and head to the Independence Bowl in Shreveport in 1993. This is town my dad went to high school at St. John’s.

I know Memorial Stadium in Bloomington better than I know most places. When I look out before a game, I can still see the likes of Mike Harkrader, Duane Gunn, Van Waiters, Tim Clifford, Pete Stoyanovich, Chuck Razmic, Courtney Snyder, Joe Norman, Mark Hagen, Tim Wilbur, Alex Smith, Chris Dittoe, Thomas Lewis, and so many more. We don’t have time. But we do need to mention Anthony Thompson. The 1989 Maxwell Award winner and runner-up for The Heisman Trophy, AT is the only Hoosier in ANY sport to have his number retired. And for good reason.

FAST FOWARD…Thanks to Coach Curt Cignetti, Indiana has come a long way in a short time. Don’t be shocked if they keep shocking and making the SEC faithful cuss. Paul Finebaum beware.

How much have things changed at IU?

In 2019, I sent this photo to a cousin in Mississippi. I told him we were three hours away from hosting Ohio State and things here in Bloomington are abuzz!

Last year Indiana hosted College Football Gameday. This picture was taken shortly after 6 AM. The place really WAS abuzz.

That’s not to say IU didn’t have a few growing pains associated with unprecedented success. The Coach Cig towels placed on each seat on GAMEDAY Saturday were a little windblown.

The Sectional

In 1985, Indiana High Schools began postseason Sectional play. Similar to basketball, every team has a chance in the postseason now. The first sectional game in North Harrison High School history was October 25, 1985, against the homestanding Mitchell Bluejackets. I was a senior on this team. I was playing center that night. I kicked a field goal and an extra point to give us a 10-0 lead. Mitchell came back and led 12-10 late in the fourth quarter. During a time-out, with fourth down and goal from the 2, I told my coach-my dad that we had the two-hole. We went for it. Jason French ran along my right butt-cheek. Touchdown. We beat Mitchell 17-12. We had done something no NH team had done before. We won a playoff game. Yes, that ride home was pretty good too.

This is my brother, Darrell, and me taken not long before that Mitchell game was played.

The Friendships

Football can bring guys together for life. There are chaps I know that I don’t see very often. When we meet up, we have a bond that only going through two-day practices can give. There is something very special about it.

I ran across this photo; taken by my friend Jim Plump 50 years ago. I am also partial to it because the guy on the left, Jim Brown, is a dear friend who is more like family. These guys were playing for my dad’s Brownstown Central team in 1975. This captures a great deal of what this game can give.

The Voices

Never once do I turn a college football game on and fail to think about Keith Jackson. He was the greatest college football announcer we ever knew.

This was Keith Jackson’s last television appearance at a college football game. This was the 2017 Rose Bowl. He schooled these two that night. I have it recorded, and I never tire listening to it.

Keith Jackson was the soundtrack of College Football. He died in January 2018.

I wish I was not such a traditionalist at times. When it comes to football announcers I don’t have much patience. I can’t watch College Football Gameday. Too much noise. I tune in to see the last segment when they give the big picks of the day and to watch Lee Corso. That too is almost over.

A guy from Shreveport is my go-to announcer these days. Tim Brando is the best. What I would give to hear him call the Championship game. It would be so much more enjoyable. Tim is knowledgeable and knows when to get out of the way like Keith Jackson did. We have spent our lives hearing the adage sometimes less is more. There really is something to that.

Tim called the Indiana-Purdue game in Bloomington. IU won 66-0. TB was having a bit of problem with his voice. He was a gamer! He got through it. He is a winner.

The Herd

My dear wife, Carrie, and I have a soft spot for Marshall University. We have seen more games at The Joan (Joan C. Edwards Stadium) than I can recall. We had season tickets in 2010. Remember that UNREAL catch by WR Aaron Dobson, the one where he caught it with his hand turned backwards, against East Carolina in 2011? I saw it. That was the most amazing thing I have seen on a college football field.

The first time we saw a game at Purdue was against Marshall. We saw both games of a home and home series. The home team won both times.

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Watching the Rebels

My Mississippi roots run deep. My mother and father were both born in Mississippi. Over the years I have seen the Rebels play in Lexington, Nashville (Vandy and Music City Bowl), Jackson, Winston-Salem, and Oxford. I live in Indiana.

The last game I saw at Oxford was in 2003 when Eli Manning was a senior. This was a 43-40 win over Lou Holtz and South Carolina. In earnest, Carolina came back furiously after Ole Miss had a large lead. We all left exhaling and glad they played quarters and not fifths.

Being there and listening to Hotty Toddy is a thing to behold. I loved every minute of it. My Aunt Barbara Hines was my Ole Miss buddy. I miss her.

The Bengals

This was the first glimpse I ever saw of the Bengals new striped uniforms in 1981 after a preseason game. I was fan long before that happened. The Bengals were my team. Growing up Ken Anderson was my football hero. He played for the Bengals from 1971 to 1986.

This 1982 Monday Night Football shoot-out between the Bengals saw Anderson throw for 416 yards and Dan Fouts of the Chargers throw for 425 yards.

I am not a great fan of pro football these days. Once upon a time, I never missed a game. Don’t get me wrong. On Sunday night at 8:30, I will be tuned in to NBC, after I have sampled the other Sunday games.

Thanks to Peyton

Peyton Manning made football in Indiana.

I saw the interest in high school football for twenty years before Peyton Manning was drafted and played for the Indianapolis Colts.

I saw the interest in the Indianapolis Colts the fourteen years before Peyton Manning made his way to Colts in 1998.

Peyton Manning made football in Indiana. Thank you, Peyton.

The Last Word

My little brother had to pee. We walked to the restroom figuring the game was over. Walking down the ramp of old Cardinal Stadium toward the john, we heard a collective and loud gasp from the homestanding Louisville Cardinal faithful. It was 1989. Louisville was playing Southern Miss. The USM quarterback, some guy named Brett Favre, threw a last second pass that bounced off the helmet of a Card DB and landed in the hands of Golden Eagle receiver who ran the rest of the 79 yards for six! Did I see it? No. My brother Darrell had to pee. Still a good story all these years on. When Darrell’s son Brennan is old enough, I will tell him that one!

Have a great college football season. For all of college athletics’ problems, the games are still the games. Your 11 against our 11. Game on. That is our saving grace these days. College APR stats are jokes now. It insults my intelligence that this stat is even brought up in this era of college free agency. I hope some of these college kids are socking their money away. Some will never see any payday like of the sorts again in their lives.

Enjoy the season. My calendar has one circle. September 20. Illinois comes calling to Indiana. The Illini are media darlings and Hoosiers are still an enigma. Of course they are.

College Football camps are in full swing. This week Indiana Football Coach Curt Cignetti had his first post-game presser. As amazing as it seems, we are still interested and glued to the same old questions being asked and hoping, I suppose, to hear something different out the coach. We have been getting that.

The reporter has to ask something, even as mundane as some of the questions may be. Still, he has to ask something. Coach Cignetti does a good job of taking those questions and frames an answer that is “process oriented”. Wink.

In reality, August feels like the longest month to wait for your favorite team to kickoff the season. The build-up and the media blow-off is at epic proportions. I get it. Having called high school football games on the radio and knowing there is air time to fill, sometimes you know when the media guy or gal is saying “something” because he or she has to say “something”. The less is more days of Keith Jackson are solidly placed in the history books and he is revered. He is not, however, the model. There is too much time and advertising space to adhere to these days to go back.

So how about these new players in camp for your favorite college team? Recruiting too, as we knew it, is a thing of the past. Personally, as the traditionalist that I am, I miss it. You know what I mean if you were back there. Only twenty years ago, former North Carolina Recruiting Coordinator, Coach Bruce Hemphill called recruiting an “inexact science”. “As many background checks as you do, you never know how kids are going to react to a college setting. They are away from home, from family, and instead of being the kingpin pf a 1,000-person high school, they are in a setting with 30-50,000 other kids…without parental guidance.”

Coach Hemphill was right. And yes, there will always be the “how will the kid react” intangible to deal with. In these times of college football free-agency, this dynamic does not hold as much water as it once did. The gulf between the next place to play is more like a puddle. The inundation of communication and social media drives decisions these days. If you have adapted well to these times, and I would say, given the performance of the college football earthshattering, SEC pain in the butt stemming season the Indiana Hoosiers had for the first time in the modern era of college football, Coach Curt Cignetti was made for these times. I nod to Pat Conroy with that last sentence.

At the end of the day, at the end of August, you just hope the recipe for your team has all the ingredients it needs and that no ingredient tries to add more to the recipe than it needs to win when that stadium pot starts to boil and we can finally exhale and move on to 1st and 10 from our own 32. That is when the fun starts.

A PRO FOOTBALL NOTE…

I did pay a little attention to the NFL Hall of Fame Game last night in Canton, Ohio between the LA Chargers and the Detroit Lions. In earnest, I was more interested in the Canadian Football League week 9 matchup between Calgary and Ottawa. I rarely miss a game that league plays.

I’m still sore at The Pro Football Hall of Fame not enshrining former 16-year Cincinnati Bengals quarterback Ken Anderson. He deserves to be there. Look up what former teammate and former football announcer Bob Trumpy has to say about Ken Anderson.

I have yet to step foot into the Pro Football Hall of Fame. I have driven past it. I know I have been through Canton eight times. But, yes, I am that stubborn. Not unlike my feelings for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in nearby Cleveland. The Moody Blues finally were inducted in April 2018 after being eligible for 25 years. I got there two months later to look at their display and say, “It’s about time.”

When I was 7 years old, all I wanted was this guy’s autograph.

At age 17, I marveled at how he patiently stood there and signed for EVERYONE asking. He didn’t leave anyone behind. This picture was taken 40 years ago. Ken Anderson is in my Hall of Fame. I hope I finally visit The Pro Football Hall of Fame one day.

I am breaking from journalistic protocol. There is no mention or inference of Bob Hammel in the title of this post. There should be. There might be a future post just about him. There should be. From me and every other writer who was ever in his presence. Bob Hammel was one of the last GREAT sports writers. That’s what he wrote about. He was not superfluous and never tried to impress you with his knowledge. With the amount of knowledge that he had about sports, writing and telling us about it was the only way he could get to us. To be in a room with fifty other people knowing only a thimble of what he knew was no doubt at times a lonely existence. Bob Hammel was a sports reporter for the Bloomington Herald-Telephone and Herald-Times for 40 years. In 2020, retiring Big Ten commissioner Jim Delany said, “Bob Hammel is simply the most important Big Ten writer in the last 50 years.” Bob Hammel passed away on July 20, 2025. He was 88. His seat at the top row of the press box at Memorial Stadium will be tough to look at this fall.

Let the games begin.

Here’s a blast from the past on a cool November day.

So Indiana University had its time at the podium during Big Ten Media Days yesterday in, of all places, Las Vegas, Nevada. Elvis would be proud. He loved his touch football games. Seeing this take place in Vegas seems like a portent of doom for the future location of the Big Ten Championship Game. Every one of them thus far has been played out at Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis.

During his time at the podium, Indiana Head Coach Curt Cignetti did not disappoint. There was the normal Coach Cig speak. You know the phrases…”fast, physical, relentless”… “What’s cheap doesn’t last. What lasts isn’t cheap”… “… 98% of this game is between your ears.” Great coach speak. Great.

Coach Cignetti is not wrong. The Indiana Hoosiers were 11-2 last season after a playoff loss to eventual runner-up Notre Dame. Coach Cignetti meant all the things he said last year, after his team was picked to finish 17th out of the 18 teams in The Big Ten. Coach Cignetti has the “secret sauce”. It took years of waiting and the right day to catch Athletic Director Scott Dolson to uncork the “secret sauce”. Imagine how many other schools who turned down Coach Cignetti when he came calling to them and how they are kicking themselves now. I am sure the list is long. I am also this is part of what he is driven by. That’s just human nature. Scott Dolson saw what so many others did not. Shame on them. Good on Indiana Football.

There is plenty of talk before the season. Coaches are blowing off. Players are blowing off (see QB Diego Pavia at Vanderbilt). It is a wonder what a win over Alabama will do for a returning quarterback’s ego. And the media is in the middle of it like never before. Today’s college football is made for the soap operas that are The Paul Finebaum Show, and, to an extent, the bombast of wherever Pat McAfee is running his mouth.

Every year we look at the PREDICTIONS! Let us take a look at some of the predictions from media types on how the Indiana Hoosiers Football season will play out.

CFBHome: Indiana 13th The Big Ten.

Athlon Sports: Indiana 5th in The Big Ten

Lindy’s: Indiana 9th in The Big Ten

Phil Steele’s College Football 2025: Indiana 5th in The Big Ten in a tie with Illinois, USC, and Nebraska. Phil’s rankings look like a PGA Leaderboard. The next team ranked is Iowa at 9th. Indecision may or may not be Phil Steele’s problem. My apologies to Jimmy Buffett.

Big Ten Media Collective: Indiana 6th in The Big Ten.

ESPN Football Power Index: Indiana 6th in The Big Ten.

Have we ever seen a team that finished with a conference record of 8-1 the year before being given such a slight with predictions we are seeing here? I doubt it. More fuel for the Engine Room of the team. Lift those weights. Study those teams. Run those sprints. Get the timing down on that twenty yard back shoulder throw. The Hoosiers success this year is there for the taking. There is a nucleus of players returning for Indiana that now know it can be done. This time last year they were still trying to believe it could be done. Raise your hand if you ever felt better after you knew something worked out better than you expected it to. Look out.

The games will continue to be played. The mind games. The media games. The betting games. The scheduling games. And then, on that last Saturday in August, the REAL games will begin in earnest. Can Indiana shut up the naysayers in 2025? We shall see. If they do it will be short lived; we will be reliving their assent all over again. We will be here again next summer talking about how so many writers and talking heads will still want to put the word “farce” next to the ascension of Indiana Football. If you have been around this game and this school long enough you know the college football world is still not ready for football success in Bloomington, Indiana. The Hoosiers think otherwise.

Lee Corso’s college football road is coming to an end the first week of this college football season. Coach Corso will be on the ESPN Gameday set one final time during week one of the 2025 College Football season. Word is the Gameday set will be in Columbus, Ohio to take in the Texas Longhorns visiting the Ohio State Buckeyes. Let’s hope Coach Corso picks Bevo and his prognostication is true.

I am in earnest. What worst place for Corso do his last show than Columbus, Ohio? If you have been there, you know what I mean. Let’s hope Bevo and Arch Manning show up in Buckeyeville and hand Ohio State their collective NIL jock strap.

Look, my wildest college football dream already came true.

I was there last October when Coach Corso came back to Indiana University for College Gameday. The Hoosiers were playing the Washington Huskies on the Big Ten Network. Still, ESPN College Gameday was there.

This was Indiana Football’s finest hour.

I was near tears in the press box knowing this is what we IU Football fans had all dreamed about for so long. We never thought we would ever get HERE. But, thanks to Coach Curt Cignetti, we got here. And I will face the music. No one was more skeptical of Cignetti’s hire than I was. I wrote about it. I own it. I apologize.

I assure you; I will revisit all of that and move forward with the 2025 season, which I am very optimistic about. Today, I celebrate Coach Corso.

This was the coach of my youth. Lee Corso was the head coach of the Indiana Hoosiers from 1973 to 1982. These were the years I was in kindergarten to the ninth grade. During this time my dad was a high school coach at high schools that were 50 or 90 miles from Bloomington. I attended MANY of Coach Corso’s games at IU. During Coach Corso’s days, the home bench was across the field from the press box. For what reason, I don’t know. Maybe he wanted to be on the side where the chains were located. I don’t know.

I would give ANYTHING, well, almost anything, to have the cassette tape my dad made of a Lee Corso speech Coach Corso made at the Coaches Clinic in Louisville in what year I have no idea. I know the speech. My audible memory remembers it. In that speech, Coach Corso taught me about discipline on defense and how to give your starting backfield so much room.

As a kid of nine years old, I was listening and studying the man who would one day being putting on a team’s headgear during the last segment of ESPN’s Gameday. We had no idea. Neither did he.

I am weary of the current college football horizon. My delight in watching the Canadian Football League, I have seen all of their games so far this season, and knowing they make a pittance compared to some NCAA players and ALL NFL players, makes me a CFL fan even more.

Still, I can’t keep my eyes off the Indiana Hoosiers. I expect Coach Corso will pick them to win in week#1.

Okay, what I am about to report will give you more insight into why I sincerely have a hard time with the current state of college football.

On October 23, 1976, it was reported that Indiana University was EXTENDING Lee Corso’s football coaching contract for another three years. Athletic Director Paul Deitzel believed this was needed to establish needed continuity moving forward. At the time of this contract EXTENSION…Coach Corso’s record at IU was 8-30-1.