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Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week VII

As I should have known, having matriculated at Longfellow Elementary and all, the game would be won by land.

Silversmith Revere must be oh so very proud.

The Old North Church, one must assume, was bathed in UMass maroon Saturday night.

In the epic battle of last weekend against winless rival Connecticut, the previously winless Minutemen of the University of Massachusetts gobbled up 251 yards over land, and prevailed.

Oh, how very wrong I was about that one, having picked the Huskies. (And, yes, I know it was the Brits, of whom the patriots wanted to know attack strategy, not the vice versa. Dramatic license exemption used.)

The losers shall seek their first victory in forever this weekend against the Eli of Yale. Tis a game you shall not see predicticated below.

Texas is one of the few schools last set of games who, like the U of L Cardinals, gave up way way way too many points in the 4th, losing a battle they should have won. So, I missed those also.

The Wildcats and Wolverines did prevail. But, at 2-3 for Saturday, my sweetest run since capturing Joey the Vig’s Bowl Pool in consecutive years (ATS, I’ll have you know) is OVER!

Yet, I remain a lofty 22-12 for the season.

And, like the patriots awaiting in Lexington and Concord and Medford and all their fellow Middlesex townies, I forge ahead, assured I have truth, justice and the American Way on my side.

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Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week VI

My weekend stood at the precipice of 👍🏽 or 👎🏽.

As predicted, Georgia prevailed over Arkansas,  confirming the Bulldogs’ status as #1 or #1A, and unbeaten Michigan beat the suddenly hapless Badgers of Wisconsin.

Buuut, as misprognosticated — my Crystal Ball was foggy — the Irish did not roll down the echoes on the Bearcats, and my Cardinals were scuttled by the time clock, and the most accurate placekicker in the history of college football.

So, sttanding at 2-2 for Saturday, I tuned into the Wildcats, who were facing an oh so UK moment. They’d more or less controlled a Top 10 Florida team, they hadn’t beaten in the Bluegrass since Huey Lewis & the News topped the charts with “Stuck With You.” But the Gators had driven into the Red Zone with less than a minute to play.

4th & Goal. The game, and my positive or negative weekend in the balance.

How many times through the decades has the Big Blue Nation exited the stadium, surly, having snatched defeat from the jaws of victory? Plenty.

But, thanks to a brilliant, leaping pass knockdown by Jacquez Jones, couch burning commenced. And the kid felt full of himself, having advised of the upset in advance.

3-2 for the day, keeps me hummin’ at 20-9 on the season.

This week’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week VI

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications (Plus): Week V

Oh how strange this first “post-COVID” season is. Not that it’s a thing of the past by any measure.

Teams that negotiated last year’s strangeness, with lots of experienced talent returning, are reeling. Talking about you, Indiana. Referring to you, Iowa State. And you, North Carolina. And, coach-free Southern California. You’re not alone, the list goes on.

Some teams were just better at adapting last campaign. But for many, most, those results might be/are proving to be a false positive entering this year.

Another pandemic related observation, and a heartening one actually, is that none of these college pigskin throngs gathered to cheer on their beloveds — maskless, back to back, belly to belly, elbow to elbow — have become super spreader events.

At least that have been reported.

Maybe it’s the body paint that is more potent than Ivermectin.

If all that’s not enough to empirically prove just how furschlunginer this season is, contemplate this.

Yours truly, whose boast is ever bigger than his bet, followed up a perfecto, with a 4-1 weekend.

Southern Methodist had something to prove in the Dallas/ Fort Worth Metroplex, and did so emphatically at the Horned Frogs home. So, I missed that one.

But, Wake Forest, Michigan State, Arch Rival and the Louisville Cardinals all prevailed.

4-1 on the weekend. 17-7 for the season.

If I hadn’t thrown out my shoulder the other day, I’d be patting myself on the back in triumph.

And now to explain that (Plus) in the header: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications (Plus): Week V

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week IV

There is no need this time around for some cute stories, attempts at humor to divert your attention. No prevarication necessary.

Last week, I predicted the following teams would win: Oklahoma, Notre Dame, Cincinnati, Kentucky, and THE University of Louisville.

Harrowing though some of the victories were, here are the schools that prevailed: Oklahoma, Notre Dame, Cincinnati, Kentucky and THE University of Louisville

As the U of L play by play guy of my youth, Uncle Ed Kallay, would say: That’s about as good as you can get.

5-0 on the weekend. 13-6 for the season.

Glossy numbers, those.

This week’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week IV

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week III

At some point last Saturday evening, luxuriating in Arkansas’ smackaround of Texas,  I was pretty damned pleased with my huuuuuge comeback bubbling up in Week II.

Until I checked my documents, and realized that it was Arkansas State I had predicted would prevail over Memphis State, not the Razorbacks over the Longhorns.

The Tigers prevailed in that defensive tussle, 55-50. Each squad gobbled up almost 700 yards of O apiece.

Don’t get old, kids. The memory fades. Precipitously.

Buuuut, I did correctly pick ACC’s Pitt Panthers over the Vols. In Rocky Top. And the rising Cats, and Cards in their walkover. Mike Leach’s Mississippi State handled N.C. State, in another battle of States. Which I got wrong.

So, despite the self confusion about the schools from The Natural State, I still got more right than wrong. 3-2 for the weekend, head still above water, 8-6 on the season.

Interesting matchups continue, as actual autumn draws nigh.

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

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week II

Could I have asked for a better set up?

Uh, no.

There were two stories that blasted above all others from Week I.

Other than this imperative. Don’t open with Alabama.

Never. Ever. Never ever. !!!

The first is, we love dogs.

Abby, a service labradoodle belonging to some Cardinal fans, stole the show Monday night, while Ole Miss was manhandling, ya know, that team whose name slips my mind right now. (OK, more about that a few paragraphs down.)

As for Abby, I fell in love, of course, because as I’ve mentioned several times as a way of grieving, my ex- and I just had to put down our beagle, named Abbey.

I know, the “e” in there makes no sense, but when I was chipping her, I inexplicably threw it in. Beatles? I dunno. What I do know is spellcheck hasn’t caught on yet.

Anyway, to honor the Abb(e)ys, henceforth, should I use the phrase, “playing like dogs,” it shall be meant as a positive. As in free spirited, energetic. Engaged. Willing to take risks. Go anywhere to get that bone.

If dogs run free, why can’t we.

The second best story is, duh, McKenzie Milton.

I’ve had a serious, almost lost my leg, too many surgeries leg injury. The recovery was a couple years long and arduous. I was glad to be able to jog again. Playing football, can’t imagine.

Anyway, all of that is to say: That after last weekend’s less than boffo predictioneering, I’m ready to ruuuuuuumble!

You wanna comeback? Check out the sure thing results set out below.

There is one epistemological matter unresolved. I missed on Indiana — Ouch! — and Louisiana. And I picked U of L to beat the Johnny Rebs.

But, the Cards did win the 2d half.

So, is it fair to consider that pick 50% correct?

Alright, I hear you. I was wrong. It’s an L.

Two right. Three wrong. 5-4 for the season.

But, like that Seminole QB, I shall return.

This week’s selections: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week II

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week I

For last weekend’s first predictionizing of the season, three out of four ain’t bad.

At this juncture, I was inclined to invoke, “Cue the Meatloaf.”

But, knowing the fractions were different in that tune, and knowing that my readers would come with the heat, even though they (you) know that I know, I demurred.

As for that one L. The first score of the season was a Nebraska safety. Two points for the Illini. It went downhill from there for the Huskers. So, Frost is Toast, no longer the Favorite Son. He’s leapfrogged to the top of the Dead Man Walking list.

I don’t see what he can do at this point. Other than perhaps, maybe cancel that game against Boomer Sooner, as he tried to do last spring. Schedule Bishop Sycamore in Oklahoma’s place. Hire Tim Tebow as a Grad Assistant, then start him at QB.

Anyway, UCLA, UTEP and no U Fresno State won. 3-1 for the week. 3-1 for the season.

Week I has some zesty matchups. Toss ups. Let’s learn who is going to win. Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week I

Joey the Vig’s Not So Welcome Return & What It Means for Readers

As The Vig advised emphatically in our recent conversation, “Joey don’t do Zoom. And don’t call me The Vig.”

Ah, one of the pleasures of the pandemic, as if that can really be a thing, was no communications from my nemesis, Joey the Vig.

For those unfamiliar, he’s a sort of private fellow with various and sundry mysterious business enterprises. He’s a swarthy fellow, whose demeanor advises, “Don’t interrupt me, or disagree.”

Think Little Steven’s character in “Lillyhammer,” Francesco “Frankie the Fixer” Tagliano a/k/a Giovanni. Like Van Zandt’s character, The Vig (and I wisely for health purposes never call him that to his face) gets things taken care of.

With dispatch.

Usually through the persuasion methods employed by his “consultants,” Cousin Guido and Amir the Convincer. Continue reading Joey the Vig’s Not So Welcome Return & What It Means for Readers

Hoopaholic’s Gazette: It’s That Time of the Season

Ah yes, it’s that time of the hoops campaign.

Woe is Me season.

Expectations shattered. Fans on the precipice of the dark place.

How did we lose to that team? Wasn’t he supposed to be a Big Mac Super Sized Superstar, what’s the deal? Can’t anybody shoot? Why is everybody standing still? We can’t we guard anybody?

And it’s not just in my neck of the woods. Down the road, you know over there a little ways to the east, both the coach and fan base are on suicide watch. Outscored 0-7 at the end against Tom Crean’s Bulldogs, they lost on an open layup after a fumbled pass on an inbounds play with one tick of the clock left.

Just to the north, coach is under a little pressure. Can we stay hot seat?

But it’s not only around here, there’s The Sky is Falling ennui up, down and all around the Land of Hoopsylvania. Continue reading Hoopaholic’s Gazette: It’s That Time of the Season

Hoopaholics Gazette: Looking Back, Looking Ahead

Oh my, 2021 is so close now, I can almost smell the fresh air.

Of course, the new year won’t really begin until the morning of January 20, but just the psychological relief of the calendar flipping at midnight tonight is welcome.

As Seger said, turn the page.

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We’ve all got our own this-couldn’t-have-happened-in-any-other annum moment. Here’s mine when it comes to hoops.

I’ve mentioned that Wildcat Willie is the only ardent Big Blue supporter among my coterie of close hoops crazed pals. We all need at least one, right? He’s the fellow I’ve referenced regarding the Rex Chapman game. How, flush with victory, he turned into and a bulging eyeball, projectile spitting, venom spewing Ralph Steadman caricature.

Such a gracious winner!!!

He was among us in our email thread, after the Cards escape over Arch Rival last Saturday.

During which exchange, he revealed that he found himself rooting for the team in white. Continue reading Hoopaholics Gazette: Looking Back, Looking Ahead