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Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week V

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, and May It Please The Court:

Rarely do I present a slate of games to predict that is thematic in nature.

Actually, never before.

But, college pigskin aficionados, this is Week Roman Numeral 5 of the current campaign. Trends are on the cusp of beginning to commence to evolve. P5 Coaches have already been fired. Count ’em, 1, 2 3. It’s time to discover which schools got it, which don’t? To separate the wheat from the chaff. To learn whose leading the Dead Man Walking crew.

Which contingents are the real contendas — other than, oh, I don’t need to tell you the trio — and who are the pretendas?

Including your inveterate, flackjacketed prognosticator. Last week I went 4-1. Only the Demon Deacons let me down and Kansas, Southern Cal, UK and the Cardinals didn’t.

(By the by, was it not I who advised Louisville would “roll”? I inquire as my arm is being surgically encased in a cast after cracking while patting myself on the back?)

I stand 17-9 for the season.

But it’s time to ask of the teams competing below, and for you ask of me, the phenomenological query, “You for Real?”

Note that the only game being projected with more than a spread of four is U of L’s, the Cards traveling to the Land o’ Chowda as a headscratching almost two TD fave.

I dunno about that. What happens in Vegas is ofttimes mystifying.

“You for Real?” Weekend winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week V

U of L GameCap: South Florida

The Louisville Cardinals toyed with South Florida 41-3.

The last time I saw Bulls this meek was at the only bullfight I ever attended in Sevilla, in Spain’s oldest bullring. One bull just wouldn’t fight. The crowd laughed at him, and he was replaced. (I thought he’ll get the last laugh, he’ll be roaming some pasture in the morning.)

Such was the nature of yesterday’s lopsided pigskin affair, my mind wandered into the great beyond as it is prone to do.

Thus, there were moments during the smackdown that reminded me of my favorite America tune, the Bunker twins, a long gone lamented U of L hoops podcast and Frosty Peters.

But for the macro view, allow me to start with my first serious stereo system in ’70 or ’71 or thereabouts.

Stick with me, it shall become clear this is about the football game.

More or less. Continue reading U of L GameCap: South Florida

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week IV

So, a couple of Cougar wideouts were duking it out on the bench, mirroring Houston’s losing performance on the field, while I was checking my pick sheet to try to remember my prediction.

Which was said looooooooooooooooser.

And I was scratching my head, wondering why I made such a foolish choice? Not that I got it wrong, that happens all the time, this is the business I’ve chosen. But that, after my shtick had been splayed out — the real purpose of this whole endeavor — I’d picked the team I don’t really care for with a coach I don’t like to prevail?

Which is a testament to the mindless 15-20 minutes of illogical contemplation I give this feature for your bemusement on Wednesday afternoons.

Meanwhile some dude, trying to one up that LSU doofus counterpart, walked into Bevo’s pen and jumped aboard, during the Longhorns’ game. Was he just intent on becoming a Ghost Rider in the Sky?

You can’t make this absurdity up.

Plus there’s the compounding of the felony by that guy who may be, could be, likely would like to be the head coach of his alma mammy. Purdue had just about sealed a road win in the Carrier Dome. Yet, started to snatch defeat from the proverbial jaws of victory, when a dunderhead was a bit too trashtalkitive really late after scoring what he delusionally believed would be the winning TD. When his coach jumped on the dumboni, arguing with the zebras, thereby doubling the penalty yardage against the Boilermakers to thirty.

On a short field, ‘ Cuse got the W. Which was predicticated here. After which win, Dino Babers carried his hot seat to midfield and handed it over to Jeff Brohm during the handshake. Arkansas, Kentucky and Bellarmine — on a winning FG with :44 left also prevailed.

Weekend: 4-2. Season: 13-8.

More winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week IV

MMQB: Too Much is not Too Much

So, yeah, the first thing a reader might notice with this week’s Monday shtick is yet another self aggrandizing photo of your inveterate, snarkadelic scribe. (Yes, it’s a little blurry, so what.)

Leaning into my NIL self.

You know, Name, Image, Likeness. I got a collective.

I do have a smidge of something to use as an excuse. I read an article in the Post or the Times one, where a reporter and two pals attempted to relive that day Ferris Bueller took off in the Hog Butcher of the World.

One of Ferris’s cohorts was young Alan Ruck — He’s the other brother who wants to be president in “Succession” — as Cameron. Who spends the day in a Red Wings sweater.

Son of Motown, I got one of those, says me. Throw it up there for vanity’s sake.

So, that’s why.

Deal with it.

Now on with the real foolishness. Continue reading MMQB: Too Much is not Too Much

U of L GameNotes: Florida State

Heralded as it was, the film ranks easily with my least favorites.

Louis Malle’s quizzically acclaimed “My Dinner with Andre.”

In which, there is nothing more than Andre Gregory and Wallace Shawn sitting around a restaurant table, pontificating over each other about this, that and who cares. Literally, nothing else, other than the occasional quick visit by a waiter.

For reasons I needn’t delve into, I was not at Cardinal Stadium Friday night.

Thus, for the second weekend in a row there was an interlude which ranks uncomfortably with my least favorites, “My Friday with Andre.”

I have owned that I am not a very astute observer of the technical aspects of football. It’s why I love good color announcers, who actually explain what’s happening, why a receiver is wide open deep, how the line opened a hole, what sort of play or defensive alignment would best serve the moment.

Like me, Andre Ware doesn’t seem too astute either, ever guessing wrong at what a strategy will be.

But we both got it right last night. Continue reading U of L GameNotes: Florida State

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week III

So yeah, I had the U of L Cardinals upending Central Florida in the Bounce House.

Deal with it ye nagging naysayers.

Add in the Crimson Tide who snuck out of Austin with a narrow W, the Roadrunners of Texas San Antonio who captured Army in its second OT battle of the young campaign at West Point, and Iowa State which prevailed for the first time in awhile against arch-enemy There’s No O IN Iwa. I had those correctly prognosticated.

Only UK’s impressive win over the Gators prevented me from my first perfecto this year.

4-1 for the weekend vaults me to 9-6 for the year.

It’s too late to stop now.

This week’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week III

MMQB: Can You Say Wacked?

Well, it certainly didn’t take long for the 2022 college season to bounce out of control.

Including, you know, at the Bounce House, where my Louisville Cardinals were the Bouncer, and the Knights, winners of 31 of their previous 33 on familiar turf, were the Bouncees.

Cue the Bobby Vee.

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Before I get out the Barb Gun, a shout out to a couple of players from around here.

First, my man Doc told me he was going to write me out of his will if I didn’t give some props to Cardinal punter Mark Vassett. As if I was ever in it for a bequest.

Vassett averaged 48 yards a kick in Orlando, providing advantageous field position for the good guys.

So insistent has Doc been, I’ve taken to calling him Wilbur, in honor of Wilbur Summers, who during one woeful TW Alley season was the Cardinals’ sole weapon.

And to a UK Wildcat. Yeah, U of L fans deal with it. Continue reading MMQB: Can You Say Wacked?

Louisville CardFile: Central Florida

Wellllllllllllllllllllll Then!!!!!!!!!

How. About. That?

Lookee there at who be doin’ the Big Bounce Back at the Bounce House.

Check out who did the improving in the Reedy Creek Improvement District.

Louisville 20, Central Florida 14.


Bouncy bouncy that, Chinstrap Planet. (And that includes all the doomsayers residing in the Greater Louisville Metropolitan Statistical Area.)

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In the grogginess of the morning after — flush with the thrill of victory, I savored the end of the tennis match, not that I could have fallen asleep immediately after the victory anyway. — a song came to mind, my favorite of the Louisville Doo Wop numbers from my youth by the Trendels.

Moments/ Moments/ Moments/ Moments like this/ Make me realize the meaning of paradise

Yeah, it’s just a game. But tell me this. Is your Saturday going to be a little more fun after that win? Mine is already, and I haven’t even had any coffee yet to fully wake up.

Thanks to these moments. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Central Florida

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week II

So yeah it was your basic LSD flashback sort of  opening weekend in the Chinstrap Nation.

App State scored 21 points in the first three quarters, then tallied 40 points more in the 4th. And lost,61-63 to the Tar Heels. Them empty two point tries ‘ll get ya every time. If only they could have tapped into the spirit force of Forest Evashevski. Whose Iowa Hawkeyes had a couple points to spare. They conquered South Dakota State by an old school 7-3 score. Which lucky seven they accumulated with a FG and, count ’em, two safeties. A 5-3 W would have been so very appropriate for that offensive offense-less battle.

Houston and Texas San Anton went for a few OTs before it was decided. Wyoming and Tulsa also needed extra time. NC State survived East Carolina, only when the latter’s kicker shanked a FG and PAT late. F Bomb Kelly’s Bayou Bengals scored on the last play of the game. Then had their game-tying PAT blocked. The Dabos and Ramblin’ Wreck played a somnambulant opening half that made that Hawkeye/ Jackrabbits “battle” look downright scintillating.

But, other than that . . .

So, it is with no embarrassment whatsoever I advise that I only predicted 2 of 5 correctly. Arkansas and Kentucky won. Purdue, Utah and Louisville were defeated. Leaving me Even Steven, or is it Even Stephen, at 3-3 for the still young campaign.

It’s Get Back On Track Week at Seedy K Sports Tower. Everything is 11% off. Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week II

Seedy’s Chalk Talk: Satt’s Seat

Fortunately the Lords and Lordesses of my worshipment continually provide reminders that there is more to life than losing a game.

If only I were more inclined to pay attention.

As I did yesterday.

After a really good hour long workout, which provided almost a complete if not total amelioration of my discombobulation over the Cards’ Saturday night no show in Upper State NY, I went with back to back decompression phoners with Bookstore Billy and Smart Guy, while standing in the parking lot of the new JCC.

More than a fitting metaphor: I was peering over at the rubble of my youth, the old Center building, that’s now 3/4s torn down. Oh the memories.

After the calls, I got in the car and headed out. To the sounds of a sublime live version of “Blue Sky” from the Dickey Betts/ Warren Haynes Allman Brothers Band on JamOn Radio.* Too sweet. And calming.

*It was followed by a Billy Strings’ version of “Dark Star,” a mysterious and somewhat foreboding Dead tune that for some reason I’ve never understood was the holy grail of the DHeads. Which gratefully didn’t abate my returning serenity. Wonder what Native Dancer thinks of the tune?

Which recitation of disconnected musings is testament of how far a scribe will venture down the splintered cranial connections to avoid weighing in on the proverbial elephant in the room, i.e. the subject at hand.

Lean into it, here comes more procrastination, as I get in touch with my inner one-liner mode. Continue reading Seedy’s Chalk Talk: Satt’s Seat