When UCLA couldn’t close in a noon game at the Liberty Bowl, I knew it was not going to be the best of days for the kid prediction-wise.
Yeah, Cal’s Golden Bears beat Ole Miss. Send those Southern kids out to Cali and their eyes get dazed and knees wobbly. And Florida increased the Fahrenheit on Butch Jone’s hot seat with that last second prayer. So, those were my Ws.
But I had the Bruins. And I had no faith in the Cats, who took a big punch to the kisser right after the opening bell, but stayed strong and have now bested the Gamecocks four times in a row. As for U of L, feh. You can read my take here.
Which tallies up to a 2-3 weekend, lowering my still reasonably passable season record to 12-8.
I may be down, but not out. Thus I forge ahead undaunted.
Here are five sure winners this weekend: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week IV
When will I ever learn? I mean really, when will I ever learn?
Notre Dame is no longer a playah. Period. They also run. That’s it. Their Gipper tank is empty.
And besides being overrated as a coach, Brian Kelly is an insufferable schmuck.
But no, there was a swallow of Kool Aid left in the jug, so I, like a dumpkopf unwilling to learn from recent history, drank, picking the Irish to beat Georgia.
Silly me. Silly silly me.
When will I ever learn?
Were I a wiser man, I might also have determined from IU’s performance against the Buckeyes that the Hoosiers were at least better than the hapless UVa Cavaliers.
Yet the Quack, the Cards and the Wildcats all came through. Though UK’s W was far from “easy” as I projected. Meaning I got more right than wrong. Always a good thing, 3 up, 2 down, making my record 10-5 on the year. It could be worse.
As always, I forge ahead. This week’s picks: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week III
Thanks to the divine, full spectrum guidance of patron saint ROY G BIV, the Rainbow Warriors of Hawaii secured a waning moments W at UMass. Thus making for as satsifying a return trip to Diamond Head as there can be stuck in coach on a plane for 5100 miles.
Not to mention the victory secured as peerless an opening foray as yours truly could have hoped for. Along with wins by the Cougars, Bulls, Rams and The Cardinal, the kid started the season 5-0, prediction wise.
While I would like to boast ad nauseum, to be honest, last week’s meager slate of battles was hardly what could be termed a severe test of prognosticatory prowess.
A boffo schedule this coming weekend provides a legitimate chance to yet again prove my mettle. Thus I shall cut short the verbosity, and get right to it.
This week’s winners in five huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge games: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week I
Unless Kim Jong Un launches some nervous uncle he doesn’t like to bronco buck a nuke-fitted ICBM into Mercedes-Benz Stadium like Slim Pickens’ Major “King” Kong did to the delight of General Jack Ripper and the suddenly ambulatory Dr. Strangelove, college pigskin is just over the horizon.
None too soon if you ask me. Now that I’ve watched that wacko ending to last year’s Georgia/Tennessee game in replay on the World Wide Leader too many times. (Sayonara Verne Lundquist, just in time.)
That SEC finish reminds me to mention from the get go how much I adore Big 12 football, where every game is like that. So what that there’s no D. 58-54 on the telly from Lubbock as the sun sets and the Impellizzeri’s pizza has been ordered on an almost crisp late September Saturday afternoon is more than fine with me. Those games from out on the prairie remind me of the early days of the AFL. Bambi frolicking across the middle for the Chargers against the Raiders from Balboa Stadium with Charlie Jones on the call.
Back and forth. Forth and back.
OK, so where was I? Oh yeah, now that I’ve looked back — too many times frankly — to relive when James Quick should have zagged but zigged late against Clemson, cementing the Cards demise in Death Valley a season ago, I know it’s long past time to move on. Continue reading Seedy K’s Ready for Some Football, Aren’t You?
Would we want it any other way?
Arch rivals U of L and UK are set to battle for a trip to the CWS in Omaha.
First pitch. Friday. 12:00 Noon.
The University of Louisville Cardinal nine had to dig deep into its reserve of pluck and guile to capture a fifth straight regional crown.
Do not be mislead by 11-6 and 11-1 victories over Radford and Oklahoma in Games #1 and #2. Each was fraught with peril, victory far from a certain until late.
The come from behind, come from behind, come from behind finale, a back and forth 8-7 escape over Xavier to live for another weekend, is a far more accurate portrayal of the Cards fifth consecutive NCAA Regional sweep.
Ahead: The Cardinals’ hated arch rival.
Meanwhile down the road, Kentucky’s Wildcats survived rain delays, and captured three straight elimination games, including a comeback against NC State in the finale, to advance to their first ever Super Regional.
Ahead: The Wildcats hated arch rival. Continue reading Moxie Meets Its Match: Resilient Cards Meet Comeback Cats in Supers
What a bracing hoopaholic morning I had here at the beginning of the most wonderful week of the year.
The best four days in sports are just days away. Hours away actually, if you include the hors d’oeuvres that are those first four play in games in Dayton. And I do include them, because the appetizers simply whet the appetite for the grande 84 hour, 48 tilt buffet to come, commencing Thursday noon.
(Let’s hope they’ve filmed enough commercials with Samuel L. Jackson, Spike Lee and Charles Barkley so we don’t get tired of them.)
So, with my coffee this A.M., as is my wont, I opened the laptop and went to the b-ball sites to dive into the ocean of info available, ostensibly to help one fill out his bracket. (Which I haven’t done actually in several years, but might this time around for some odd reason not having anything to do with any sense I might win one.) Or, make a wager or deux.
The first thing I came upon was a reality check reminder, yet another memorandum of the absolute certainty of my most fervent adage of the season . . .
. . . You only play whom you play.
One of the sites counted down the top 10 moments in NCAA tourney history. With video.
Right off the bat, #10 on the list was one of the most excruciating. I’ll just leave it at this: U.S. Reed. Continue reading Bracing Start to Best Week of the Year
The less said about last weekend the better.
My team, in the biggest football game in the school’s history, never left the hotel, and were throttled in eastern Texas. West Virginia similarly received its comeuppance against a long time power that had been there done that many times through the decades. And LSU couldn’t punch the ball into the endzone from point blank range to win at home in a game that was meant to be contested on the road.
But the Cats finally settled in against Let’ Go Peay. And Colorado continued its wheredidthiscomefromseason out west.
2-3. Not acceptable, but reality. 40-20 on the campaign.
Rivalry Week is upon us.
Here’s who gets bragging rights: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XIII
Ed Orgeron did his best last weekend to have the word “interim” removed from his title in Baton Rouge. His LSU Tigers bounced back from a drenching by the Tide and bashed the Razorbacks of Arkansas on the road. Which was an L for me, as well as the home team.
Charlie Strong pretty much cemented his status as a Dead Man Walking with the Longhorns loss last weekend. I wouldn’t be surprised if those in charge in Austin aren’t already negotiating as I type with Houston’s Tom Herman or SMU’s Chad Morris or both. Not to mention Bill Parcells, Don Shula and Darrell Royal. The Longhorns’ defeat was also an L for me.
On the other hand, woeful Sparty skunked god awful Rutgers. Tennessee did what the Vols do, which is pretty much always best UK on the gridiron. And U of L’s big comeback against the Demon Deacons, after failing to show up before halftime, secured its spot as “We’re #5.”
Which three correct picks handed me a second 3-2 week in a row, putting the kid at 38-17 for the campaign.
This week’s projected games are all important. Sorta. I guess. In way or another, that is. At least for the schools participating. Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XII
Arriving just in time as soothing balm in this time of anxious trepidation: College Hoops.
Can I get a witness?
Can I get a Hallelujah?
Because . . . well, just because it’s our beloved college basketball, and . . .
Because even though consensus #1 Duke has a bench that would probably be a #6 seed, Coach K’s “best” teams recently have faltered come March.
Because thanks to a rule tweak, The Rick will again be able to call a TO from the bench when Ray Spalding can’t get the ball inbounds.
Because when it’s late, and our eyes are shutting, and we figure it’s time for bed, there will be Bill Walton’s delightfully bloviating non sequiturs to energize us for another little bit.
Because of Monmouth’s bench. Continue reading Hoopaholic’s Gazette: Tipoff Has Arrived
It is at epic, sea change, culture shift moments such as now that I am ever grateful for the diversions and passions bequeathed to us by college sports.
I’m also grateful to the Cardinals, Buckeyes and Texas Longhorns for their victories last weekend. My guess is those Lone Star oil barons aren’t quite so pleased by the W of their beloved ‘Horns, wishing Charlie would simply lose out and fade into his own parade. Which shows they don’t understand just how resolute Coach Strong is.
Cincy caved to the Mormons, and UK’s Wildcats did what they do, failing to close a most winnable game with Georgia.
3-2 for the weekend. 35-15 on the season.
And down the home stretch they come. With an almost old school pigskin Saturday chill in the air.
This week’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XI