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Seedy K’s Peerless Postseason Pigskin Postscript

Angelo Pizzo, you’re on the clock.

And, while we’re waiting, my final tally.

Got the last three of the CFP correct, pushing my hugely winning total for the entire postseason to 17-9. Following a winning percentage of 66% for the regular season

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Of course, I had Indiana winning it all, I’ve been slobbering all over them since the middle of last season.

Yes, the rumors are true. In the corner of my TV room, there’s an homage to You Know Whom, featuring a Curt Cignetti bobblehead.

The ever burning incense is “l’essence du vestiaire du Hoosier.”

So, yeah, I rode this out of nowhere tale to its not really inevitable conclusion.

What a dang ride. Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Postseason Pigskin Postscript

Seedy K’s Peerless Postseason Pigskin Prognostication: Championship

Yes, this screed shall finish with my national title prediction.

But first, the long and winding road to get there. Known in the biz as a tease.

Or filler.

You ever been to an Indiana HS baskeball game?

If not, do yourself a favor and put it on your bucket list. Near the top.

I have. A couple are memorable.

Years ago, a New Albany tilt at Scottsburg. It was a time warp. Back to the days of Miracle Milan and Bobby Plump.

Ten cent popcorn. Fifty cent hot dogs. Twenty five cent Cokes. (Admittedly this was like 25 years ago, but still.)

A 70something guy leading a halftime cheer as he’d done at every Scotties home game since he was a student there. I later learned that he’d also been principal of the school.

Biased refs who whistled the Bulldogs for a foul every time they dared look at a Scottsburg player. Despite having a bunch of guys foul out, NA still won in OT.

The experience was just too quaint.

Been to a Jeffersonville/ New Albany game.

The paradigm of Hoosier Hysteria. Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Postseason Pigskin Prognostication: Championship

Seedy K’s Peerless Postseason Punditry & Prognostications: CFP Quarter Finals

The CAS is growing faster than July kudzu in Yoknapatawpha County.

Talking about the Cignetti Adoration Society.

It’s not just round here.

Checking in with my NYC pal Courthouse the other night to preplan for our annual sojourn to New Orleans for JazzFest, he told me to be sure to root for Indiana. His son, a master pianist, studied there. Thus his fandom.

“Dude,” I admonished, “your knowledge of geography west of the Hudson remains sketchy. As I’ve advised, Bloomington’s just an hour from Louisville. Lots of kids from here go to IU. Lots of folks jumping on the IU bandwagon.

“Plus I’ve got a serious fanboy crush on Curt Cignetti.”

Then there’s the commenter from somewhere at one of the too many football screeds I have read. He mentioned as how they need to make a rags to riches movie about Indiana’s improbable, incomprehensible leap to the top of the college football universe.

That when it’s made, he says, they need to figure out a way for Gene Hackman to play Cignetti. I’m so sure AI can figure it out.

There could be a product placement scene when Elijah Saratt takes his wideout cronies, Charlie Becker and Omar Cooper Jr., to a Waffle House after a big W.

From “Hoosiers” to “Hoosiers 2: Picket Fence Begats Hook and Ladder.” Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Postseason Punditry & Prognostications: CFP Quarter Finals

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostication: Assorted Bowls 3

Never was able to get into “Mad Men” when it started streaming. Seemed kind of forced, artificial almost.

But I’m giving it another shot. Have watched first episode. Will advise.

It does have me thinking in the context of bowl season about marketing and advertising and PR.

And how the future of non-CFP bowls will depend on whether others can replicate what the brilliant folks behind the Pop Tarts Bowl* have done.

*Which about ten sponsors ago started out as the Blockbuster Bowl. Cue the South Park memory of when Randy bought the video store.

Dousing the winning coach with a humongous glop of mayo . . . meh . . . a one trick pony, an image that only needs be seen once.

Winning team eating a big bowl of baked beans? A double dipping nightmare even if it’s in a warm clime. Snoop “He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere” Dogg catching a touchback kickoff in the endzone? Moderately amusing.

But watching the victorious BYU Cougars decide which pastry mascots get slotted in the world’s biggest toaster thus turning them into edible Pop Tarts, with the portly coach stuffing a whole down the gullet in a single gulp,

then explaining/ advising he has a few more pounds to gain before his New Year’s resolution?

Priceless.

It works. Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostication: Assorted Bowls 3

Seedy K’s Peerless Postseason Punditry & Prognostications: Assorted Bowls 2

Desperate times mean desperate measures.

That’s how the admonition/ homily/ observation has evolved through the eons. Credited to Hippocrates, speaking of how to treat rare illnesses in the days before Theodoric of Yorkick discovered bloodletting.

Though some cite Erasmus, another ancient as the first proclaimer.

Then there’s Willie the Shakes in “The Tempest.”

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

Such invocations apply to the fact that my performance so far in postseason picks have been as odoriferous as the Bean Bowl in Boca.

Thus I have fired my entire support staff and hired new ones, strangers I hardly know.

But it is far from why it is the lede, even with my mediocre 5-4 record so far, 2-2 in CFP.

It is to herald a gift from the ever beneficent Greek deity Bronconaguskius that shall keep on giving next football season. Or at least a portion of it. Over/ unders have been set.

Beleaguered Bill Belichick has hired Bobby Petrino as his new OC at North Carolina.

Yes, go ahead, exclaim it: WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Go open your windows on this unseasonably warm day and bellow, “I’m pleased as punch, and I’ll take all of it I can get.”

Tis a motorspycho dream come true.

Ride like the wind, dudes. But be wary Billy and Bobby, there’s a violent windy storm out there.

Will Jessica Dorrell and Jordon Hudson become besties?

Stay tuned.

Just another twist and turn in Fansville. Has there ever been a gridiron postseason as wild and curious as this one?

Correct answer: Not even close.

My new support staff advises analytics have been adjusted, my hard drive has been defragmented, the data quadruple checked and the following are sure winners in the next few days: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Postseason Punditry & Prognostications: Assorted Bowls 2

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Assorted Early Bowls

Bienvenue to the folderol bowls.

For years I considered the “achievement” of bowl eligibility absurd. A bar to leap of the lowest order. Testament to mediocrity.

Then I discovered my man Joey the Vig’s (RIP) Bowl Pool. To realize how having a little skin in the outcome of a December Tuesday afternoon’s Dandy Dave’s Donut Bowl was a joyeux noel delight. Pass the chocolate creme filled with sprinkles.

I specifically recall being at a latke fest at the Professor’s house, and was the only one watching some minor bowl. Forget the name. Forget who won. Do remember that Syracuse was one of the teams, and that if they either made or missed a last second FG, I would vault into the pool’s lead.

It happened. I started screaming joyously as I sauntered toward the platter of fried potato pancakes and apple sauce. Only the Professor understood, as his standing plummeted with the result.

Others in attendance looked at me with befuddled confusion.

Others were also a smidge confused, during the lighting of the candles, when I reminded, “Dinah Shore-A lights the menorah.”

So yeah I’m grateful for all these affairs, matching teams about which I have no idea.

FYI, I don’t research a thing.

Look at the names. Look at their records. Try to recall if I have any info whatsoever stored, pause for a nanosecond and circle the “winner.”

Two years in a row, I captured the Vig’s pool, by taking less than a minute and circling all the underdogs. Using the same strategy the next go round, I finished a distant last.

Ob la di, ob la da.

So here, without further filler or ado, or any aforethought are a handful of picks in some of the lesser battles: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Assorted Early Bowls

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: CFP Round 1

Should we have known from Week 0 that this was going to be a schizzy wackowhirl season of epical psychodramatic proportions?

I imagine.

Recall with me what happened in Dublin when Iowa State bested Kansas State in a Week Zero Battle o’ Erin. The winner of which, one sage — Guilty — predicted would make it to the CFP.

Well, that didn’t happen.

But off the field, both schools lost their coaches. One to retirement. One to Happy Valley. Or, so it is called.

But off the field in Dublin, the Too Much Guinness Effect.

K State QB Avery Johnson’s father and brother got in a fist fight while abroad.

With . . ..

. . . each other.

Steve Harvey was not around to referee said Family Feud. Richard Dawson is spinning six feet under.

Forget the unpredictable results on the field, the other than Saturday action continues to fascinate. Michigan Man Sherrone Moore was fired for cause. Then arrested that night and charged with a felony.

Diego Pavia hurled F-Bombs at the Heisman voters after finishing 2d in the voting.

Then contritely apologized.

Even though they are still searching for coach in Ann Arbor after Kalen DeBoer said, “Uh no, not interested” . . .

. . . the first round of the College Football Playdowns starts Friday. Featuring two schools that fell to underwhelming Louisville, which shall be competing in the bottom feeder Flatulence Bowl.

The teams ranked 5-8 get to play a home game, while the Top Four get to rest, but then travel distances to hallowed but neutral venues for their openers in and around New Year’s.

Reminder this is not an official NCAA national championship. It’s more an independent invitational, though we consider it a crowning. Since the “ruling tribunal”, as usual, sat on its hands. Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: CFP Round 1

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Champs Week

Yes, it’s true what the tuned in amongst you have heard.

There are head prognosticator positions open at both vegasbetsbig.com and betyourira.com. With championship games, West Point vs. Annapolis, the CFP and Bad Boy Mower Pinstripe Bowl still to be played.

And, yes, a bidding has ensued for the services of, ahem, do I really need to spell it out?

OK, I shall.

S E E D Y  K.

And that’s despite the reality that before Week 0, I pronounced with arrogant certainty that the winner of Kansas State/ Iowa State game in Ireland would be in the CFP.

For transparency purposes, I feel compelled to advise that my agent Sid Kibbutz has been contacted by both seeking my services.

When Sid approached Glorious Editor about an extension and raise, GE’s exact response, “Get outta my office before I call security and have you escorted out of Chron Tower with extreme prejudice.”

Yet I, a man of integrity, a man of ethics, a former barrister at the bar — both Toy Tiger and Jefferson County and Federal Courts — am keeping my talents right here at the Chron and seedyksports.com.

Kiffin dat!!!!!!!

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All of that aside, I head into the postseason smokin’ hot.

I bested my 4-1 Week XIII performance with an even more superior 6-1 this Weekend XIV past.

Hold your applause.

Only my flyer on Pitt over the Irish — Ouch — didn’t play out as planned.

The Texas Archies upset A&M. Ryan Day and the Buckeyes finally got one in the Big House. Vandy turned “Rocky Top” into a dirge. Indiana lowered the Boilermakers to simmer. Mike Norvell gave Seminole fans a hint that the future shall probably look like the recent past, falling to interimly coached Florida.

And the Louisville Cardinals ran Mark Stoops right outta the Dark and Bloody ground, 41 zed.

The post season is upon us.

Your peerless prognosticator is in post season form.

This weekend’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Champs Week

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XIV

To fill airtime during fallow sports times of the year, ESPN does this Ocho thing.

“Sports” you’ve never heard of, or even conceptualized.

How far up on a roof you can throw a beanbag, and some such. Stuff you made up in your backyard after school when you and your best pal were nine years old and bored.

Now it’s televised. “World Championships” in some dude’s driveway. On the World Wide Leader Deux.

Thankfully I haven’t seen any Quidditch yet. But did once while walking Seneca Park.

Anyhooooooo, one of those new “sports” is Omega Ball.

Which is soccer played on a circular field with three teams and three goals.

Moderately interesting. If it’s late in the rainy afternoon, you’ve been running around all day doing errands and need some white noise to ease you into a nap.

What on earth does this have to do with college football’s Rivalry Week?

This, simply the most fascinating SEC battle of the first quarter of the 21st Century.

Ole Miss vs. LSU vs. Florida.

The Lane Kiffin Bowl.

Reported to be “played” Sunday November 30.

It will be televised live, I’m so sure.

Originating from Oxford or Baton Rouge or Gainesville, site to be determined. Be sure to keep your eyes on those flight logs.

You shall find no predictions on that one below.

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Last week was Get Back Loretta/ Get Back To Where You Once Belonged for the nation’s foremost forecaster.

OK, so Decembrist Baby Blue Bill Belichick didn’t win his rivalry game as a gift for his stylin’ May GF. Duke came back on Carolina, thanks to a pretty damn nifty fake FG called by Manny Diaz.

That was my only miscue.

Quack over Trojans. Commodores over Wildcats. Nittany Lions over Cornhuskers. And a Mustang stampede in Big D little a double l a s. Over . . . ahem.

4-1 for the week, improves my W/L on the season to 49-29.

Intending to close out the regular season with a flourish, I present this week’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XIV

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XIII

We like lyrics at Seedy K HQ right?

Right!

But, even with all those lines and rhymes roaming in and out of my cranial cavity none with the word “mediocre” immediately came to mind.

The first that popped on the search gizmo was frankly unprintable. Even for me. Especially skating on a half frozen pond as I am with Glorious Editor.

A  descriptive tune about the quality of young ladies the artist was having relationships with. None mediocre, he claims.

Then there’s a Billie Ellish song.

“You Were So Mediocre.”

I’ve never met the pop phenom.

How did she know?

It may have been just another gem for her adoring fanbase.

Around here it is anthemic.

Because, well, 3-3 predictioneering two weeks ago. 2-3 last time out.

4-3 this past weekend.

Trust me, not sure what that noise you’re hearing is, but it’s not the sound of popping champagne corks from this joint.

The Monon Bell shall not be residing in Crawfordsville, Indiana for the next year. The Little Giants fell to DePauw in the 132d edition of this heralded rivalry. Not as I posited.

Pittsburgh showed it wasn’t up to the task against a Big Boy. If Notre Dame is that?

And Louisville, cough, cough, cough, grrrrrgle, accccchhhhhheemmmm. Excuse me I’m choking. Louisville cho, er, self destructed.

The Bayou Bengals did take care of biz against the Fightin’ Bobby P’s from Fayetteville. UVa proved Duke a fraud. Kentucky continued its surge. And the Crimson & Cream Cignetti’s continued to stomp and romp any person or thing that gets in its way.

Like I said, mediocre.

It’s too late to stop now. (Besides I’ve got contractual obligations. At least until the end of this season.)

Wondering if the new high end TV I just bought will change my luck?

Wishing I could type this with conviction, I declare as always, this week’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XIII