Category Archives: College Sports

Seedy K’s Pigskin Palaver: 9/09

College Sports, Football

My favorite non-L&N scoreboard visuals of the weekend’s potpourri of pigskin.

Battered because his father coach didn’t get him an OL that could protect him, Shedeur Sanders slowly trundling to the locker room with two minutes left in Colorado’s L to Nebraska. The Buffaloes had the ball.

Not that I wish him ill, the kid is really really good. Deserves better from the old man.

But, you know.

Northern Illinois coach Thomas Hammock tearing up with joy on the field in South Bend after the final gun.

These stats from Arkansas 31-39 L to Okie State. 648 yards in offense. Twice stopped on 4th down attempts. Three turnovers. Reminder: Razorback OC, one Robert Petrino.

ACC rookie California Golden Bears 21, Auburn 14. In Jordan-Hare.

Actually from Week I but I forgot to mention it last week. Boston College taking a knee so as not to overly embarrass Florida State in Doak Campbell. (The 0-2 Seminoles coach Mike Norvell signed a 8 year? $120 mill per contract extension during the offseason.) Continue reading Seedy K’s Pigskin Palaver: 9/09 →

Hoopaholic’s Gazette: Boo-Boos on Beale, or Cue “Tiger Rag”

Basketball, College Sports

Yes, I know, I know, it’s just Week II of football season.

I understand opening tipoff isn’t for another couple of months.

But, in my neck of the woods, oh I needn’t explain. Hoops is ever on our minds.

So, it was of major interest when I learned yesterday morning of the weirdness attendant in the Land o’ Fed Ex. (UPS is way better, right. Right!)

For those too young to know, once upon a time Memphis State was the archest of rivals.

Oh, those battles in the 70s against the Tigers. Keith Lee. Baskerville Holmes. Andre Turnover.

Obviously not so much anymore, U of L having moved up the food chain to the ACC, while Memphis State is mired in the AAC, is it? Continue reading Hoopaholic’s Gazette: Boo-Boos on Beale, or Cue “Tiger Rag” →

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 →

Diss&Dat(a): Plates Shift, Eruptions Ensued

College Sports

“You can’t tell the players without a program!”

When I was a yout (Cousin Vinny pronunciation), that was the first thing you’d hear when walking into the gym or ballpark or stadium.

Yes, kids, in the days of yesteryore, you could actually purchase a collectable booklet with lineups, bios, stories about the teams and players alongside ads from the local hardware store and Dizzy Whiz.

Today, the question is whether the foe of your favorite team is in the same league or not?

Programs would help.

Which I really needn’t advise anyone who has paid the slightest bit of attention to the erupting college sports landscape.

July 1 was the day the plates shifted, and the lava started spewing.

It may slow when we get used to it. But there shall be flare ups. Continue reading Diss&Dat(a): Plates Shift, Eruptions Ensued →

Diss & Dat(a): Sponsored by (Your Name Here)

College Sports

I have attempted to evoke chortles before with this shtick.

That the ACC should rename itself the Great A&P Conference. We got Stanford and Cal now, right?

Which would not only be geographically correct, but pay respects to my mother’s favorite grocery.

So more’s the pity that in an ever changing world of commerce, the Great Atlantic & Pacific Tea Company shuttered its doors a decade ago.

Because an incredible naming rights tie in would now present itself.

That the Big 12 is about to slap a commercial sponsor’s name on the league seems frankly inevitable. Much more than Oh Really? And, pretty danged clever all context considered.

Infusion of moolah. Attempt to keep up with the Sankeys and Petittis. Acceptance of the landscape as it has evolved today.

One has to admire the out of the box, forward thinking Brett Yormark, who leads the Big 12.

At least, I do. Continue reading Diss & Dat(a): Sponsored by (Your Name Here) →

Diss & Dat(a): Tuesday’s Riffs

Basketball, College Sports, Football

On holiday in the late 80s, I ran into a Memphis State fan.

Who was actually a good dude. True.

When he extolled the virtues of 50s star Win Wilfong, I realized he was a lifer/ acolyte for the Tigers as I was for the Cardinals.

At some point during the good natured back and forth, he said, “You know we always thought the McCrays played for six or seven years.”

“Yeah,” I parried, “we said the same thing about Keith Lee.”

Well, ye followers of collegiate cagers, pigskinners and liberos formerly known as Student Athletes, those snarkisms are now reality.

There’s a tight end on the Miami Hurricane squad whose first collegiate season was 2016. Continue reading Diss & Dat(a): Tuesday’s Riffs →

Diss & Dat(a): $$$$ Part Zwei

Basketball, College Sports, Football, , ,

So after he made reference of the boatload of moolah 502Circle threw at Kasean Pryor to complete his student athleticism at U of L, and not under The Rick or Coach Cal, I inquired of Glorious Editor how much?

He gave me a ballpark reference. Hint: A lot.

At which time, I thought maybe Ol’ Seedy should enter the portal, see what a defection down the road might bring were I to convert to Bluediasm?

GE saw through my ruse. He knew it was but a feign. Offered me not a nanofarthing uptick in the pittance I get for dodging my readers’ barbs.

So, here I sit, tethered to my red & black keyboard, buying my vittles on time at the company store, to which I owe my soul.

But excited for next academic/athletic year. Which can’t come soon enough. Continue reading Diss & Dat(a): $$$$ Part Zwei →

NIL “r” Us: Money Talks Nobody Walks

Basketball, College Sports

Back in the glory daze of Cardinal hoops — 70s to mid 80s — such was illegal.

Giving money to secure the services of a desired high schooler. Who even thought much about transfers then?

Nonetheless, a pal who was connected with the program asked if I’d contribute to secure the services of a wannaget? I threw in a Benjamin, which was all I could afford at the time. A score of those in the pot, the kid came to the Ville.

A Top 10 All-Timer, it turned out.

Lots of success and smiles ensued.

Best return on an investment I ever made.

A Card baller from the late 60s has told me that once a week during the season, there’d be an envelope in his campus mailbox with a few crumpled twenties.

How quaint. Continue reading NIL “r” Us: Money Talks Nobody Walks →

Seedy K’s Hoopaholic Hiatus Warning

Basketball, College Sports, Football, ,

So, yeah, you loyal readers, especially the ones at the Chron, you won’t have me to kick around for the next couple weeks.

Which one hopes you might have already discerned from the photo up top, an image of you now know where I’ll be if you didn’t already know.

So, say, next Thursday morning at 11:30 when you are at work, or you’re lookin’ for some bloggoid type to vent your spleen toward, I’ll be sipping on a frozen latte, perhaps not being able to wait also savoring a crawfish strudel, and be either at Gentilly Stage listening to the New Orleans Suspects, or in the Blues Tent with Tin Men, or in the Gospel Tent where I often start the Fest, along with more fellow Hebrews than you’d imagine, praying along with Melvin “Maestro” Winfield Jr and The Glory Chorale Community Choir.

Just a way of saying thanks to the Lord for the blessing of JazzFest. This, my 35th.

Maybe at the Lagniappe Stage.

But before I go . . . Continue reading Seedy K’s Hoopaholic Hiatus Warning →

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Fun is Bowling

College Sports, Football, Gaming

I should have known things weren’t going to end well back during Championship Week.

The morning I was to sit down and knock out my picks, after consuming reams of AI compiled data (From Buck’s Dollar Discount Data Mart not Watson), I got a visit from the emissary of my landlord, who is some rich dude named John Beresford Tipton.

I had to move immediately due to some hazmat situation. They’d found me some space in another property of theirs, Nakatomi Plaza. All well and good, except that on the day in question, there was no internet connection. So I had to write out my picks in longhand, and fax them into my editors, who transposed them.

Alas, given all that it’s not misunderstandable that I only predicted one title game correctly — Texas in the Big 12. Meanwhile the Quack, Bulldogs, Runnin’ Rebels and Cardinals all fell.

1-4, meaning I ended the regular season 48 right, 29 wrong.

Not bad, despite the woeful finish.

So, here I sit trying to work in my new digs on, yes, Christmas Eve. I obviously have no other life than to entertain and illuminate my loyal readership.

Earlier this evening, from the floor above, I could hear the cacophony of Zentonic Corp’s party. Since this guy Clay Vanstone invited me when we shared an elevator, I checked it out, for a few minutes anyway. I’m no longer a drinker, but was bemused at the sight of couples slinking into offices, closing doors and locking them, as secretaries slide down stairway bannisters with champagne flutes in their hands.

I took my leave.

Back at my desk, I heard what sounded like shattering window glass from several floors above. Then disturbing sounds, which resonated more like gunshots than corks. Something is going on. I can hear sirens, and see lots of police cars gathering outside.

So, before ill befalls me, I’m going to finish these picks.

My Christmas gift to you: Winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Fun is Bowling →