BETHLEHEM - A glowing red sun set behind the clouds here on the day that Jim Johnson died. The football fields at Lehigh University, green and pristine, stretched out for acres in the valley. The Eagles players, most of them unscarred rookies, the youngest of the young, were probably eating or napping or getting ready for a meeting when they announced the news.
Two-a-days. Playbooks. Dorms. Video work. Cafeterias. Scheming. Worrying. Hoping. Summer. Jim Johnson must have spent a couple of years of his life in places like this.
He died at the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania, only months after the recurrence of melanoma, a disease he beat once back in 2001. The organization had known the prognosis and had kept people apprised internally and steeled itself for this day as best it could. But how can you? Really, how can you?