I’m in New Orleans for JazzFest.

So, after my workout this morning, during which I wore one of those shirts the Cardinal soccer team donned when Lynn Stadium opened, I walked down to the corner to a coffee bistro to caffeinate.

A brother behind me in line asks if I really follow the Cards?

To which I replay, oh yeah, I’m a big, long time fan.

So then he asks, what years was it that Milt Wagner played?

That was early 80s. He was on the team that lost to Georgetown in the semis. And, he had to sit out a year because of a foot injury, but came back to play on the ’86 championship team.

The guy’s nodding, then asks me something about Pervis?

And, oh yeah, I interject, that loss to the Hoyas was right here in the Superdome.

Then he asks me another question about that era.

To which I reply, you tryin’ to test me, to see if I’m really a Card fan? If so, bring it, I’ve been following them since before you were born.

So he laughs, we chat, he’s from New Orleans, but shares how those early 80s Cardinal teams were his favorites.

After a few minute chat about U of L hoops, we bump fists and he exits.

About thirty seconds later, he walks back in the shop, points at me and says, “The McCray brothers. I love the McCray brothers. They were the best.”

— Seedy K

Cupping. Who knew?

Tebow Weary. No American athlete, save for recent HOF inductee Bret Favre, has taken longer to accept that the end of the line as a top level athlete is nigh than Tim Tebow.

The former QB is, by all accounts, a man of abiding, legit faith. Which we know because the former Florida Gator Heisman winner wears it like a Thursday throwback jersey from his predecessor Steve Spurrier.

Here’s what defines Tebow’s character: Hubris. No need to look it up, I’ll define it for you.

Excessive pride or self confidence.

After his short run as a mediocre NFL QB had run its course, Tebow, who coulda kept playing in the League, had he been willing to switch positions, said No.

To which, all the teams in the league replied, don’t let the door hit you on your way out.

Now Tebow’s people have announced Mr. Timmy is gearing up for a major league baseball career. Even though the last time he played the game was in high school. In 2005. Continue reading Hump Day Sports Huzzahs & Harangues: Ledecky, Barkley, Messi, Phelps, Tubby & Much More →

This email just received from SID Kenny Klein:

“Chris Jones has been dismissed from the University of Louisville men’s basketball team.  There will be no comment on the matter.”

And so the soap opera that has been the Rick Pitino Era at U of L takes another remarkable twist and turn.

— Seedy K

Even though I’m now just posting last weekend’s prognosticatory results and this week’s predictions, some loud braggert has already tried to put me down.

(He didn’t claim his school is #1 in the state, because he and I share the same fealty. Which didn’t prevent his seriously derogatory comments about my picks before he even knew what they are.)

Which minor brouhaha I feel comfortable mentioning, since I continue trending upward.

A quick look back at last week. Oregon, in nifty throwback unis, won. ✔︎ The Seminoles to vanquish TD Jesus in Tallahassee. ✔︎ The Cats to come up short in Red Stick. ✔︎ U of L to run over the Wolfpack. ✔︎

And, the veritable coup de grace, the Mountaineers to batter Baylor’s Bears in front of a throng of fire-starting homies. (Coming Soon: Dana Holgorsen shilling for Kingsford Charcoal.) ✔︎

My first perfect weekend of picks, putting me at 25-15 on the year, has me itching to get to this week’s slate of games. Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week IX →