Louisville CardFile: Notre Dame

This is the same game story posted yesterday. Reposting to try and workshop some issues at the site with my web guy.

Your scribe had a really clever lede with an intention to use.

Footnote: It was actually suggested by my former editor at the Cardinal, Smart Guy, with whom I watched the tilt, but it will have to wait for another day.

Seems here the only thing that really matters at this juncture of a throw away season is the future.

So, that’s the focus in this game report of yet another U of L defeat, this time to Notre Dame in South Bend, 62-76.

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Let’s start with Manny Okorafor.

Who has been on the team — actually in the States and on the entire continent — all of ten days or so. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Notre Dame

Louisville CardFile: Notre Dame

Your scribe had a really clever lede with an intention to use.

Footnote: It was actually suggested by my former editor at the Cardinal, Smart Guy, with whom I watched the tilt, but it will have to wait for another day.

Seems here the only thing that really matters at this juncture of a throw away season is the future.

So, that’s the focus in this game report of yet another U of L defeat, this time to Notre Dame in South Bend, 62-76.

 * * * * *

Let’s start with Manny Okorafor.

Who has been on the team — actually in the States and on the entire continent — all of ten days or so. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Notre Dame

Louisville CardFile: Boston College

The agony of defeat.

Louisville 65, Boston College 75.

The winter of our discontent — to coin a phrase — drags on.

(I just paused for five minutes — literally — with my fingers on the home row of my ergonometric keyboard, wondering what to write next.)

No matter how much incremental improvement the Cards might put on display, at some point, it simply falls apart.

Focus and discipline at both ends fade.

Energy wanes.

(Honest, not just writing this for dramatic effect, I just paused again for several minutes, with nothing transmitting from thought center to fingers.)

Everybody’s got theories. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Boston College

Louisville CardFile: Pittsburgh

One step forward.

One Step back.

Or, depending on whom you took dance lessons from, one step forward, two steps back, if you’re going Arthur Murray style. (If you don’t understand the reference, ask grannie.)

Either version, it’s still the Cardinal Shuffle 22-23.

Might it become as popular as, say, “The Macarena?”

Uh, no.

“The NaeNae,” doubtful, “Cotton Eye Joe,” perhaps but nah, “Gangnam Style,” are you serious, never.

“Y.M.C.A.”?

Don’t be absurd, but, since I’m looking for any shtick to fill this space other than reporting on another 20+ Cardinal L at home, the mention of the Village People phenom that lingers at minor league ballyards across the land, allows me to share this anecdote. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Pittsburgh

Louisville CardFile: North Carolina

This might happen on occasion.

You’re at a movie about an hour fifteen in.

Your large popcorn is long gone. Despite the ridiculous tariff it would have set you back, you’re pissed you didn’t spring for the extra four bucks for free refills. All the ice has melted in the $8 Big Red which is watery.

You find yourself yawning as your eyes keep wandering from the screen.

You’re constantly looking at your watch, even though you really don’t have anything else to do.

The film isn’t horrible. It’s just sorta boring.

You never like to walk out on a movie, it’s something you are not inclined to do.

Well, that’s how I felt and what happened during the 2d half Saturday afternoon. Except for the Big Red (which I loathe, but it worked for the story telling) and the Orville Redenbacher™.

So, mea culpa maxima, at the under 8:00 media break, the Cards down an insurmountable 20, I cried “uncle” and bid my adieu to the Yum!. No mas until the next home tilt.

Not out of disgust, just tedium.

That it’s come to this breaks my Cardinal heart. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: North Carolina

Louisville CardFile: Clemson

Tell me if you’ve seen this scenario before from this ’22-’23 Louisville Cardinal team that shall go down in the lore.

Actually, you don’t need to tell me, I know the answer. Also, I know even more that there shall be comments.

Anyway . . .

Cards get a decent start.

At some point early on, U of L looks like a legit (if not great) team. The ball’s moving. The players are moving. Feet are moving on D. The rock’s finding net. Glass is cleaned.

Then they go butterfingers. The opponent gets scoring opportunities gift-wrapped.

A sinkhole opens, U of L’s game falls like the ‘Vettes on display in Bowling Green.

Then, as in recent days, when it seems like Louisville is going to get blown out by 20, 30 or more, the guys hunker down and fight back.

They get within reach. OK, they get within a long stretch and reach.

Then, in the guise of heroics, stupidity returns. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Clemson

Louisville CardFile: Wake Forest

For all the disorientation and discombobulation of the the current U of L hoops squad, there is one thing that can be said.

For all the empty seats in the World’s Most Spectacular arena, the same character trait exists for the loyal fans who continue to show up, despite the Cards’ woeful season.

This team does not give up.

The fans who come to the games do not give up.

In this, a proverbial winter of our discontent, it is both heartwarming and heartening.

With 14:50 left in the tilt, at which point the Cardinals had coughed up most of their game total 14 turnovers, the visiting Demon Deacons led by 22 at 53-31.

There were no boos. Though the gym had not started to empty, and the crowd was mute.

A furious if curious 12:10 of game clock later, after Mike James fifth triple of the afternoon (in nine attempts), the Cardinals with 2:40 left to play had improbably pulled within three at 67-70.

The assembled went arm-waving, hip-shaking nuclear.

It was easily the loudest in the Yum! since . . . who knows when, it was so long ago. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Wake Forest

Louisville CardFile: Syracuse

Tuesday afternoon, I streamed a truly astute music documentary about Leonard Cohen and his song, “Hallelujah.”

How long it took him to craft it. Years and years.

How the tune mixes the profane with the sacred, spiritual with sexual.

How it was on an album that the president of Columbia Records hated so much, it was not released in the U.S. for a long while.

How the song eventually evolved into one of the most popular in the world.

That context informs this perspective on U of L’s performance in last night’s one point ACC L to the Orange.

Louisville 69, Syracuse 70.

It was a broken Hallelujah. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Syracuse

Seedy K’s GameCap: Kentucky

Kentucky scored on its first five possessions.

Trey. Trey. Deuce. Deuce. Oscar Tshiebwe ORB and score.

12-2.

Kentucky scored on its next five possesions.

Deuce. Deuce after two ORBs. Deuce. FT. Deuce.

21-12.

Finally, with 12:37 on the clock, the Wildcats turned it over. On their 11th possession.

The Cardinals, to their credit, did not quit. They played UK generally even  — more or less at least through halftime– and were down 15 at the break, 30-45.

They had but 2 assists on 13 made FGs. UK had 9 assists and was hitting 63%. Rebounds: UK 19, U of L 10.

The Cadinals scored the first seven points after intermission, cutting the score to 45-37. Kentucky countered with the next six consecutive.

U of L never got that close again. Continue reading Seedy K’s GameCap: Kentucky

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Bowls

After streaming a flick the other night — “Kimi” on HBO Max, pretty nifty technothriller — the realization came I hadn’t watched but a couple of plays in the Wake Forest/ Mizzou Gasparilla Bowl. Not that I gave a lump of coal about the game or who won.

Yet then realized how different this year’s Bowl Season has been. Something’s been missing.

Yes. No Joey the Vig’s Bowl Pool. Which would have me and about fifty others hanging on every fumble, pick and FG every silly Bad Boy Techno Taco Burpee Bowl until way after our bedtimes.

About fifteen years ago I was at a holiday party. In the corner of the den the TV was tuned without sound to the Fruit Company Cumquat Bowl or some such. What did happen to my benefit was Syracuse either made or missed a FG — who can remember details — which kept the kid alive for top spot with the Vig. I let out a scream, raising my hands in triumph, walked through the house like Ali after downing Liston.

Only The Professor, another annual bowler bozo, understood.

The Vig passed away suddenly a couple of months back.

Joey the Vig was a fictional ID fashioned for my pal John up Michigan way. A retired teacher, he loved numbers and odds and charts and data bases and football. He’d host such contests. A 13 run pool in baseball. Monthly pick ’em pool during football season.

And, my favorite, the Bowl Pool.

Not only because I could milk it for some blogs. I won it a couple of times, pocketing a little moolah.

So, to honor and in memory of dear friend Johnny Wags a/k/a Joey the Vig, find herewith America’s Premier Pigskin Prognosticator taking on the challenge of picking the winners for the remainder of the Bowl Season.

And, yes, it’s twu it’s twu, Against The Spread. (As set by Vegas Insider on 12/24.) Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Bowls