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Diss & Dat(a): Pigskin Upon Us

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Football is in the air.

Don’t believe me, check with Jude Redfield, who said as much this a.m. when I did what old men do: Check in on the weather forecast first thing.

So, yeah, I know many loyal readers are chomping at the bit.

Some might have even sneaked a peak at this past weekend’s comeback by the defending Grey Cup champion Montreal at Saskatchewan in a battle of CFL division leaders. Alouettes 27, Roughriders 24.

A bronconagurskian does what a bronconagurskian’s gotta to do.

And, don’t I know some of you are more than ready for the reveal whether Georgia Tech will wreck the Seminoles in the only real battle of consequence in Week 0? Continue reading Diss & Dat(a): Pigskin Upon Us →

Seedy K’s Preseason Pigskin Diss & Dat(a)

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OK, my pal and loyal reader JR wondered at the gym when I was going to come through with some real prognostications?

Gently. But a legit admonishment nonetheless.

My advisement to him, I shall be weighing in next Week 0 and those thereafter with actual game predictions.

Today, to provide some wheat to my usual chaff, some substantive stuff. Of sorts.

Appetizers if you will to whet your gluttony.

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Two new aspects of the game you might have missed.

QBs will can now get signals from the sidelines through speakers in their helmets. Take that, Connor Stalions.

Now like the pros, there’s a two minute warning.

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Moving on, there are some coaches finding the seat warmers in their SUVs on despite the August Heat. A group I’ve always called the Dead Man Walking Club, admittedly a not so delicate description. Anyhow if their secretary happens to overhear the AD’s assistant ordering a guillotine, they should be prepared. Continue reading Seedy K’s Preseason Pigskin Diss & Dat(a) →

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Preseason Puntidicocy, Part I

College Sports, Football

It is the time of the season when those who pray at the altar of Bronconagurskius walk out on the porch first thing in the morning, hoping for a hint o’ pigskin crispness in the air.

We be ready.

So, in a tradition perhaps not like no other, I begin as my default algorithm would dictate, an annual reference to the many of us dedicated to consuming bratwurst while tailgating before the big game(s).

This time around in a twist, I decided to make an actual informed recommendation as to which of said wursts might be the best? Every once in awhile.

Thus I consulted my go to expert on all matters -wurst, Badger Billy.

He is as his moniker might indicate a true and loyal son of America’s Dairyland. The nickname of his HS football team was the Cheesemakers. True, I have a t-shirt.

On which gridiron contingent, he split tight end duties with another fellow. With which he also shared a mouthguard.

Oh how I love that story.

Anyhow he’s a brats ‘r’ us fellow to the core, so I inquired who makes the best? Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Preseason Puntidicocy, Part I →

Seedy Takeaways: Five Rings is a Wrap

Basketball, Olympics

Last call before football.

Some things to tidy up before I turn my attention to pigskin.

Those of you with some sense of pop cultural history dating back before the advent of Instagram should understand the somewhat elusive reference of the photo here.

The Coneheads you see advised the Farbers before dinner, “We come from France.”

It was an SNL thing.

In case you haven’t noticed, USA and the French have developed quite an international hoops rivalry.

Given that sooner or later the generally acknowledged next GOAT Victor Wembanyama is from Gaul, as well as a bunch of other up and comers, this thing is not going to end. Folks are already contemplating LA28.

The last two men’s gold victories have been over the French. America’s only L since early in the century was to that country in group play.

Plus the women’s team oh so barely survived the home country on Sunday, by a single digit, in a game frankly not deserving of any more ink, despite a comeback from 10 down in the 3d.

Motto: Anything the men can do against Serbia, we can do too. Continue reading Seedy Takeaways: Five Rings is a Wrap →

Hoopaholic’s Gazette: Instant Classic

Basketball

It is hard to conceptualize that one of the greatest basketball games ever since the peach basket era was contested on a Thursday afternoon in August.

In Paris.

Hear me now and believe me later.

Who woulda thunk I’d be nervously standing in front of the telly, wondering if what is being referred to as arguably the greatest collection of players ever assembled, coached by the elite of the elite was going to lose an Olympic semi-final?

Such was a real possibility.

I know for a fact I was not alone in my nervousness.

The United States was down 17 in the opening half. They were outscored each of the opening three ten minute stanzas. They were behind 15 with :32 left in the 3d, -12 heading into the fourth.

At that juncture, I wasn’t sure if I was going to chronicle the tilt should the unfathomable occurr, but figured if I did, it would start with a riff reminding that the best team coached by the best coaches doesn’t always win.

Serbia played what head mentor Steve Kerr called a “perfect” game. Continue reading Hoopaholic’s Gazette: Instant Classic →

Diss & Dat(a): NIL, 5 Rings, Media ++

Media, Olympics

Some curious friends who are not as obsessive as I am often ask me to explain NIL.

Where does the money come from?

How much are the kids getting paid?

How involved are the schools and coaches?

All of which remains somewhat mysterious. Even for those of us trying to stay up to speed.

It would take Endeavour Morse teamed with the Bletchley Circle to truly figure out what’s behind every padlocked door or taped under a drawer somewhere in the Yum!.

A few clues do exist. Such as . . . Continue reading Diss & Dat(a): NIL, 5 Rings, Media ++ →

U of L CardFile: Calgary

Basketball

I love Louisville Cardinal basketball.

I love U of L hoops on August 1.

I love games that tip at noon.

I love it when my team rolls.

As it did on Thursday afternoon in the Bahamas against the U of Calgary.

Cards 111, Dinos 71.

Those are a few of My Favorite Things.

Julie Andrews? Coltrane?

Your choice. I prefer the latter.

It appeared from the first couple possessions that it would be a significantly more competitive contest than the walkover against a put together 5 on Tuesday. Continue reading U of L CardFile: Calgary →

U of L CardFile: Bahamas Select

Basketball

Context: Bahamas Select was a put together squad. Not very good.

But still . . .

. . . what we saw Tuesday evening was fresh and invigorating and did nothing to diminish the hope that had already manifested itself in the Cardinal Nation.

U of L made 43 FG on 85 attempts. That’s a smidge over 50%.

Of those fireaways, 47 were long balls. 20 of those tickled the twine. That’s 43%.

But here is the most important takeaway of the whole 111-59 thumping.

38 assists.

Allow me to repeat myself: 38 assists on 43 FGs. Continue reading U of L CardFile: Bahamas Select →

Seedy K GameCap: The Ville Eliminated, 61-70

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There’s a not so delicate term (especially in this day and age) some coaches use to describe getting three defensive stops in a row.

A Kill.

Well, during the Elam, which opened with La Familia up 9, 62-53 (Target: 70), the former Cards fashioned three in a row. Nine stops, maybe even a tenth.

To no effect whatsoever. The Ville missed their first eight shots and gave it away twice.

Eventually the deserving if less than gracious victors steadied.

La Familia 70, The Ville 61.

The most heated rivalry in the sport has another chapter writ.

More coals have been tossed into the rivalry’s already raging fire. Continue reading Seedy K GameCap: The Ville Eliminated, 61-70 →

Hoopaholics Gazette: La Grande Bouffe

Basketball,

While on the elliptical Saturday morning, savoring the b-ball buffet that was France vs. Brasil — I’d like another helping of Wemby s’il vous plait — I couldn’t stop thinking about the gluttony of hoops riches this week.

Also, a cinephile of sorts — so I’d like to believe — I couldn’t help think of the 70s flick I saw at Crescent Theater (before it was a porn house, hip restaurant, and bank).

“La Grande Bouffe.” (The Great Feast).

An odd film about four male members of the well to do bourgeoise who make a pact to steal away to some fancy villa and eat themselves to death. Which they do, as well as inviting several ladies of the night to indulge other pleasures.

That certainly is not my intention with the gift of hoops we get right now, but I was concerned, hoopaholic that I am, about an overdose.

Then I ran into Doc, who was also working out.

Not only is he a major hoopaholic of the Cardinal persuasion, he’s also, like, a real M.D..

Get out your pad, says I, “I need a script.”

Then advising — HIPA be damned — that I needed an antidote. Continue reading Hoopaholics Gazette: La Grande Bouffe →