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Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: It’s A Wrap

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At least for the regular season anyhow.

I was waffling about weighing in on the CFP and such as the Aldi’s Egg Yolk Bowl featuring North New Hampshire A&M vs. West New Mexico School of Podiatry. Both 5-7 but making it because there weren’t enough schools at .500 or better this year to fill out the bowl schedule.

Then I had a sit down with Glorious Editor, who reminded me of my contractual obligations.

And how much joy he gets from reading my off the charts predictions. Cherishing when I am wrong. And reminding me I’m still on probation. With no buyout.

At which point, I reminded him that I was in the money three years in a row in Joey the Vig’s Bowl Pool.

Winning it in consecutive years, and getting my entry fee back the next for finishing last.

Literally.

True. Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: It’s A Wrap →

Football Fallout: Gaseous Emissions & Greenish Projectiles

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Nothing confirms your favorite school has had an exemplary pigskin campaign worthy of continuing on to the post season and competing in a heralded bowl game . . .

. . . like a trip to the Sunshine State to play two days  before Christmas when guys who are actually football fans and might be watching won’t, because of their tradition with high school pals to meet up for lunch that day at Twin Peaks, have more than a few brewskis then head off to the mall to pick through the remnants for their holiday gifts . . .

. . . to participate in the great great great grandson of their bayou cousin’s Poulan Weedeater Tart Mayo on Potato Bowl . . .

. . . against Toledo, a team a level lower that didn’t even make its league’s title game . . .

. . . than competing in the heralded Bush’s Boca Raton Bowl of Beans. Continue reading Football Fallout: Gaseous Emissions & Greenish Projectiles →

Pigskin Palaver: Coaching Chaos Continues

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Pennsylvania State, easily one of the top two or three openings, stands at the alter like a bride whose cake has been left out in the rain.

Groom didn’t show. She looked over at best man, whom she’d been zoomin’ with, asked “How about you?” at which point he booked for the parking lot, tossing his rented tux bowtie in the bushes, never to be heard from again.*

*Interesting for Cardinal fans, I read a surprising for me but authoritative report that Louisville coach Jeff Brohm had several conversations with Nittany Lions brass. Article did not say Brohm’s agent, though that might have been the case.

Apparently a guy in Iowa is saying to the bride, I dunno, maybe I’m ready for a new betrothal.

It’s a wackorama out there, pigskin fanatics.

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This is going to be a section about a new football hire, but I am, as is my wont, going to start with a basketball memory and wend my way there. Though where I land might vex much of my normal readership.

At the Monday night ’82 NCAA final in the Superdome, I sat next to a couple of 14 year old North Carolina fans. The boys were Tar Heel through and through. They loooooooved the Carolina Blues and lived and died on every play, never having experienced an NC title before.

They advised how their parents had been taking them to games since they were single digits old.

At which point I realized, they’re me. Same passion. Same devotion. Different school colors. Continue reading Pigskin Palaver: Coaching Chaos Continues →

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Champs Week

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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 →

Gridiron Gab: Pigskin Tilt A Whirl

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I try to view things in context, keep a broad perspective, look at what’s happening from different angles.

It doesn’t always work.

Like my sense that Kentucky would not fire Mark Stoops this year.

I was wrong.

Now, I understand.

They’ve been crushed by their hated rival two years in a row, the latest a lay down skunking last Saturday. After being battered by Vanderbilt the weekend before.

No bowl eligibility — a minimal standard — for the second season in a row.

Mitch Barnhart, you’re on the clock.

One has to assume they’ll make a pitch for former Cardinal Will Stein. Whose dad played for the Wildcats, and who grew up a UK fan.

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Marty Smith’s long sleepless vigil is over. Continue reading Gridiron Gab: Pigskin Tilt A Whirl →

U of L CardFile: Kentucky

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Sweet.

Unexpected.

A derailment of a clobberation at the RR Yard.

Louisville 41, Kentucky 0.

In ping pong we’d call that a skunk.

In the Commonwealth, we call it a beatdown, a gubernatorial landslide of epic proportions.

Cards total of 41 matched that from last season’s Krogering shopping spree.

Last eight quarters: U of L 82, UK 14.

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Before the season, and throughout when things have been going well, Louisville’s heralded position group was Running Backs.

Best RB Room in the Land, the Cards’ was heralded before that opening kickoff twelve games back.

And yes those rushers dominated an admittedly decimated Wildcat defense.

Then again it wasn’t the Cardinal triumverate of Isaac Brown, KeJuan Brown and Duke Watson, none of whom played because of injury.

Next men up: Continue reading U of L CardFile: Kentucky →

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XIV

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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 →

U of L CardFile: SMU

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Woeful as my prognostications have been this season — mediocrity in microcosm — never have I been as sure about the outcome beforehand, as I was in advance of Louisville heading to Dallas to take on SMU.

This. Was. Inevitable.

Were I a betting man — which I am not — I would have gone for the Paul Hornung Unbuckle™, given the absurdly low point spread favoring the victors.

It was a stampede.

The Mustangs were unbridled.

The Cardinals might have fared better had their plane headed on to Tombstone, and taken their chances in the crossfire at the OK Corral.

Louisville 6, Southern Methodist 38.

After the California meltdown, I joked with any and all, that U of L had as good a chance of losing their final three games as winning them. Continue reading U of L CardFile: SMU →

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XIII

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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 →

U of L CardFile: Clemson

Football,

This shall be short, not so sweet.

No inclination here to go into detail.

Not going to sleep on it. Knock it out and move on to hoops.

Clemson 20, Louisville 19.

I can sense part of the narrative, given the buzz heading into this one about U of L’s QB situation. Which would be to place the L on Miller Moss’s shoulders.

Especially for the late sack, eliminating the possibility for a reasonable, makable FG.

My opinion: I don’t blame Moss.

That one play was the fault of the Offensive Line. Clemson’s defenders were all over Moss in less than two seconds. He didn’t have enough time to throw it away.

The second misdiagnosed villain will, of course, be Cooper Ranvier.

He doinked an extra point.

He missed a long FG attempt.

It happens. Continue reading U of L CardFile: Clemson →