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Seedy K’s Peerless Postseason Pigskin Prognostication: Championship

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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 Postseason Pigskin Punditry & Prognostications: Portal &, Picks

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Like the whole fraternity house full of signal callers who’ve matriculated through the revolving door of Jeff Brohm’s QB Room at the Schnell Complex then left, two more have bid the Cardinals their fond(?) adieu.

Deuce Adams and Brady Allen have gone veni vidi splitski.

Sayonara, ye former future Johnny U wannabes.

As for who’s got next, seems that Coach B searched through the discount bins at Bargain Supply. Those who might have had former Buckeye Lincoln Kienholz as the next Cardinal TP QB, cash your ticket.

With a few loyalists hangin’ around — thank you Clev Lubin and apparently Isaac Brown — Louisville’s roster is undergoing an almost total makeover.

To the consternation of the fan base.

But, ya know what kids, hate it as we might and do, it’s everywhere, it’s everywhere.

Several sources advise that in the first weekend of the TP, there are 4500 or so DI pigskinners who see greener grass somewhere other than where they are currently enrolled for their higher education.

Love that class at Somewhere Else A&M — English 359: Keats’ Hip Hop Influence.

And you thought a lot of space travelers were morphing intergalactically through the Iconian Gateway.

Pshaw. Beam ’em up, Scotty.

Money Talks, Most Everybody Walks. Continue reading Seedy K’s Postseason Pigskin Punditry & Prognostications: Portal &, Picks →

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

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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 Prognostications: Assorted Early Bowls

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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: 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 →