My goodness gracious. Unfair, but nothing one can do. Lightning strikes in area.
Sunday, September 20, 2026
ANOTHER Delayday down South
Tampa Bay and Sensitive City are somewhere in the 4th quarter, "Browns" leading 23-19 and the game is weather-paused.
The weather delay yesterday in Clemson, South Carolina cost North Carolina a win.
No Cleveland Schadenfreude?
Not so far. Baker Mayfield is playing like he's back in Sensitive City. Deshaun Watson is playing like he's back in Houston. 6-6, 8:41 2Q.
Manchester City-Sunderland 0-0, 8'
Arsenal were verily thrashed yesterday on the coast at Brighton. City can go table top with a dub or draw here.
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The Immortal Jim Croce
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Little known today, James Joseph Croce was a supernova who lit the American sky for a brief, shining moment in 1972-1973 before a fiery crash to earth (literally) took him from us.
Although you don't know Jim, you know his words: "Leroy Brown"; "you don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind"; "meaner than a junkyard dog"; "time in a bottle". Ironic, funny, poignant, haunting, above all soulful, Jim Croce had a name. I get an exquisite pain whenever I think of losing him. Jim Croce died in a plane crash on this date in 1973. He was only 30 years old.
You Don't Mess Around With Jim (based on real character in South Philadelphia)
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
Bad, Bad Leroy Brown (based on a real life friend in the Army at Fort Dix)
Leroy Brown (term for tough working-class Black men - Pat Buchanan)
meaner than a junkyard dog...
...jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces gone
Operator (based on the real life experiences of soldiers he met in the Army)
[Verse 1]
Operator, well could you help me place this call?
See, the number on the match book is old and faded
She's living in L.A. with my best old ex-friend Ray
A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated
[Chorus]
But isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show
I've overcome the blow
I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels
[Verse 2]
Operator, well could you help me place this call?
Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me
There's something in my eyes
You know it happens every time
I think about the love that I thought would save me
[Verse 3]
Operator, well let's forget about this call
There's no one there I really wanted to talk to
Thank you for your time
Ah, you've been so much more than kind
You can keep the dime
I Got a Name (based on his father's dreams for him)
Like the pine trees linin' the windin' roadI've got a name, I've got a name
Like the singin' bird and the croakin' toad
I've got a name, I've got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I'm livin' the dream that he kept hid
Time in a Bottle (written after his wife became pregnant)
If I could save time in a bottleThe first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
On September 20, 1973, Croce, partner Maury Muehleisen, and four others died in a plane crash, one day before the release of the lead single from Croce's fifth album, "I Got a Name", during a period of significant commercial success. [only two years, 1972-73] "I Got a Name" became a no. 1 ranked song posthumously.
In a letter to Ingrid, his wife, that arrived after his death, Croce told her that he had decided to quit music and wanted to write short stories and movie scripts as a career and withdraw from public life.
Dear Ing,
I know I haven't been very nice to you for some time, but I thought it might be of some comfort, Sweet Thing, to understand that you haven't been the only recipient of JC's manipulations. But since you can't hear me and can't see me, I can't bullshit, using my sneaky logic and facial movements. I have to write it all down instead, which is lots more permanent. So it can be re-read instead of re-membered, so, it's really right on the line.
I know that you see me for who I am, or should I say, as who I are. 'Cause I've been lots of people. If Medusa had personalities or attitudes instead of snakes for her features, her name would have been Jim Croce. But that's unfair to you and it's also unhealthy for me. And I now want to be the oldest man around, a man with a face full of wrinkles and lots of wisdom.
So this is a birth note, Baby. And when I get back everything will be different. We're gonna have a life together, Ing, I promise. I'm gonna concentrate on my health. I'm gonna become a public hermit. I'm gonna get my Master's Degree. I'm gonna write short stories and movie scripts. Who knows, I might even get a tan.
Give a kiss to my little man and tell him Daddy loves him.
Remember, it's the first sixty years that count and I've got 30 to go.
I Love you,
Jim
Saturday, September 19, 2026
FT Rutgers 35 USC (10) 42
Rutgers 21 UMass 37 at SHIA Stadium. L.
Rutgers 21 BC 28 in Chestnut Hill. L.
Rutgers 35 USC (10) 42, SHIA Stadium. L.
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