Hoops that matters is back in the form of NBA playoffs.
It’s a good thing.
It’s also early, since the opening slate of first round games isn’t even complete as I write this, early Sunday evening.
I do have one observation.
I took note to check out Brad Stevens. He who is formerly of the Butler Hinkles, currently with the Boston Celtics, and forever topping the wish list of every college basketball fan, whose favorite team is ready for its next coach, the one that will surely lead them to One Shining Moment.
My observation. Stevens looks awfully comfy in front of the Celtics bench.
He does not appear to be a guy ready to jump back to college, so he can try to rah rah sis boom bah for some fat cats’ alma mammy.
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Also in the category of Coaches Every Fan Wants Roaming His School’s Sideline, is, or actually, was, Shaka Smart. Continue reading Sunday’s Sports Musings: Lots of U of L & More
No. I do not have any reports from spring practice.
I don’t do spring practice.
In fact, I don’t do practice at all. I haven’t enough expertise to discern who is playing better, and who worse?
Allow me to remind you, I’m the guy who did go to practice when Teddy Bridgewater was a rookie. I watched him tossing the ball in drills, and thought the other QBs, guys whose names are long since forgotten, had stronger arms and were more accurate.
Which is why, allow me to reiterate, I don’t do spring practice.
In fact, I don’t do practice at all.
I leave it to the good ol’ boys, the wannabe JV assistants, in their double knit shorts. Continue reading Monday Morning Sports Shots
In a hallowed tradition that harkens back to the Days of Yesteryore, at least to the beginning of the cable TV sports era, football coaches meet the media on the eve of fall two-a-days to provide sound bites to whet fans’ appetites.
Bobby Petrino, U of L’s once and once again coach, honored the tradition yesterday.
During which, as is all pigskin mentors’ want, save for Spurrier and Schnellenberger, he essentially said, well, little of substance. (Truth be told, Coach Visor and Coach Pipe don’t provide much real info either, but each in his own way stands above the crowd in his particular entertaining manner.)
It was an interesting interlude anyway, if only to observe if Bobby P was any more relaxed in front of the cameras than his first pass through town as head coach? Continue reading Cardinal Football Practice Begins; Louisville Coach Petrino Speaks
Ernie Banks recently graced the cover of a Sports Illustrated Where & How Are They Now? issue. The next time out, the ‘zine featured lovely, heartfelt essays from writers of note, sports and otherwise, in which they wax poetic about the baseball teams they revere. Many are filled with melancholy. The national pastime can be cruel for those who have sworn fealty.
In response to the Banks story, I sent a craftily-worded letter to the editor, telling the sweet tale of my moment with Ernie Banks and his response to a barb from Harmon Killebrew, I heard when tagging along with the Hall of Famers as they toured the Louisville Slugger plant during its opening night celebration.
SI chose not to print my letter.
Nor did they ask me to contribute to the “My Team, My Town” essay section.
Had the mag done so, here’s what I would have submitted. Continue reading My Town, My Team: Detroit Tigers; A Respectful Homage
It is not always as natural an evolution as we might expect, how we come, that is, to love the teams to which we have sworn our undying loyalty.
How, for the more fiercely faithful, that dedication can include serious schadenfreude when it comes to arch rivals.
A peculiar beast, fandom.
There are naturally occurring phenomena.
Sharing loyalty for a team with mom and dad. Or, being contrary, choosing their arch rival to cheer for.
Or, the quirky circumstance, the type of loyalty that is without rational basis. Continue reading The Curious Nature of Fandom: How We Come to Love the Teams We Love