“I came here to chew bubblegum, and kick ass. And I’m all out of bubblegum.”
To honor the memory of the dearly departed Rowdy Roddy Piper, the only wrestler ever worth anything, the baddest man ever to don a kilt, and the most quotable guy in sports not named Yogi or Schnellenberger, I hereby cut through the muck on some of the more nettlesome issues of the day.
Ever the EmbellIRISHment. In the prologue to the zine’s College Football predictions, the folks at Sports Illustrated admit their boneheaded pre-season rankings from the past. They admit what a false positive, woooo pig sooey in a poke a big bowl game victory can be in assessing a team prior to the following season.
Then those same dunderheads go out and dub the Notre Dame Fighting Irish the 4th best team in the land, a projected participant in Football’s Final Four.
I can just hear my man Rowdy Roddy now: “Your stupidity is something you’re born with.” Continue reading Seedy K’s Rowdy Rants: Irish, Brady, Buckeyes & Other Easy Targets
At a soiree last weekend, to honor the first grandkid of some best friends since my high school days, I got into a U of L hoops conversation with some next gen pals, who love the Cardinals.
One, a loyal reader of Seedy K — thank you, very much — expressed some misgivings about Wayne Blackshear, and his ability to meet expectations in this his senior season. V said something to the effect, “I’m still not convinced about Blackshear.”
I demurred. It’s been obvious all season, at least to me, that Blackshear is a totally different presence on the court. Active. Aggressive. Assertive. Willing to mix it up on the boards. Intent to take it all the way to the hoop when a route is open. Comfortable with pull up short range jumpers. He Ds up.
During WB’s stunning performance last night, I jotted this note, “Do Not Doubt Wayne Blackshear.”
In the spotlight of the biggest game of the year, with a plethora of pro scouts in the house along with national media, and the cameras of The World Wide Leader, the Chicagoan was the deal. Continue reading Louisville Card File: Ohio State
It wasn’t long after noon yesterday (Saturday), when Ohio State and Michigan were trading hay-makers in the Big House that surely made Woody and Bo cringe, that I had a premonition, that I thought of that Thanksgiving Friday from yesteryear, November 29, 1984, when arguably the most exciting college pigskin encounter — until yesterday — was played.
The Hail Flutie game featured Bernie Kosar and the diminutive flinger Dough Flutie firing it all over the field. Lots of scoring, lead changes and Brent Musburger and Ara Parseghian in the booth to call the ebb and flow.
Not long after that one kicked off and BC grabbed an improbable 14-0 lead, I called my co-worker Scott, who, more professional than me, chose to go into the office that day. “Get to a TV,” I implored, “this is going to be one of the best ever.”
What the Wolverines and Buckeyes were doing, with national title implications and a possible Big Ten title on the line, not to mention a year’s worth of bragging rights in the second most intense college pigskin rivalry, was a harbinger, I was so very sure.
If only I knew. Continue reading Sunday Morning QB: Yes, Twas Most Exciting Pigskin Weekend Ever