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Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week I

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I’m in a quandary.

In what space at this weekly endeavor should I insert the new feature quoting coaches talking clever?

After my shticky lede, right before the predictions?

After picks over my byline?

Or, right at the top, where this week’s is placed because it perfectly summarizes my mediocre, borderline dismal opening foray of predictication?

CoachSpeak of the Week: We didn’t tackle well today, but we made up for it by not blocking. — John McKay.

How lame was I out of the gate?

Lamer than than Cosmo-trained Rae Jet, after jumping the rail in a claiming race at Miles Park, and sticking his head in a betting window.

North Carolina’s rejuvenated defense blanketed TCU’s TP QB from Harvard, like he was wrapped in dense Cambridge Ivy. Got that one wrong.

Virginia proved all those late, close Ws last season weren’t a fluke. Ever overhyped under impressive Wolfpack was/were tamed. Got that one wrong.

Stanford’s Fighting Andrew Lucks were not about to fall to the Rainbow Warriors two seasons in a row. Got that one wrong.

My everlasting schadenfreude toward all matter Memphis State kicked me in the butt. The Tigers beat Vegas. So, got that one wrong also.

Victories by Florida State (barely), Southern Cal, North Dakota State and Eastern Michigan allowed me to tread water instead of drowning.

Four up. Four down.

It’s time to get right.

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

Hoopaholic’s Gazette: NBA Withdrawal Dreadline

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How does the line go?

He played ’em like a Stradivarius?

Something like that.

I’m thinking about Milan Momcilovic (and his very adroit financial team).

By waiting until the last moment to report he shall return to college hoops, he shall be reaping the benefits of a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

His ability to deposit a basketball through the netting in the basket from long range, combined with his perception of the situation shall make him a very wealthy college student.

It is said that the Universities of Kentucky, Arizona, St. John’s and Louisville are those competing for his talents.

One senses that the NIL offers have increased by the day.

Let me be very clear. I would love for him to be wearing a University of Louisville uniform next season.

But how much is he really worth? Continue reading Hoopaholic’s Gazette: NBA Withdrawal Dreadline →

Hoopaholic’s Gazette: Expansion, Eligibility ++

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Oh, yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble/ (Oh yes we got trouble here, we got big, big trouble)/ With a “T” (with a capital “T”)/ Gotta rhyme it with “P” (gotta rhyme with “P”)/ And that stands for pool (that stands for pool)

Oh yes we do.

And not just here in River City.

We’re talkin’ office pools not pool pool on green felt. Minnesota Fats.

But we’re behind the 8 Ball for sure.

One page brackets shall have gone the way of rotary phones, buggy whips and cathode ray tellys.

Some Harold Hill-ish con men done finally convinced the NCAA that, mediocrity be damned, more is better.

Even the country’s largest marching band — Bowling Green State’s which is 475 strong — doesn’t have 76 Trombones.

But the Dance floor just got more crowded with 76 now jitterbugging.

Can 110 be far behind.* Continue reading Hoopaholic’s Gazette: Expansion, Eligibility ++ →

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.

 * * * * *

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.

 * * * * *

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 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 →

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XII

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Somewhere along the way, I obviously did something to perturb Wageranius, the Greek God of Betting.*

*Who actually ran a book in Athens during the glory years. Remnants of his parlor still stand right near the Parthenon. His website advert is almost in tact, “BetYourAss.cae” Yes, I’m advised they had some sort of computer thingie back then, with pulleys and magnets and dripping water or some such, invented I believe by Digitales, Socrates’ nephew. 

Not exactly sure how I got on his bad side, but my recent predictioneering has taken a turn for the worse, and something’s afoot beyond my lack of foresight.

U of L as everyone is aware couldn’t close. Iowa came with seconds of taming the Quack, but didn’t. UCLA is firmly back to its norm of mediocrity.

IU, IU, IU just does it. And UK continues its uptick as predicted.

2-3. Meh. 41-25 for the year.

Bigger slate this weekend.

In a state of sleep-deprived delirium because of some little basketball game last evening I present . . .

. . . this week’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XII →

U of L CardFile: Kentucky

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I guess I really didn’t mean what I said.

Sorta.

To one and all in extreme anticipation for this edition of U of L vs. UK, I was adamant.

I wish they didn’t play the game.

Too much emphasis is placed upon it.

I am really looking forward to Wednesday morning when it will be over and I/ we can move on.

And then Game Day arrived, I mall walked until my legs ached. The new quarter zip arrived from Rally House, me hoping it had a W woven in. I washed it to wear. An hour before leaving for the game, which itself was over two hours before tip, I was walking in circles in my condo. I did a couple of laps in the concourse before tip.

Which is to own that this particular battle, to me, was the most important one since the one and only Dream Game in Knoxville.

All the marvelous upticking that’s been going on since Pat Kelsey arrived, all the enthusiasm and hope and ReviVille stuff would have been clouded had the Cards fallen.

Wednesday morning’s coffee breaks would be the same ol’ same ol’.

This was a game U of L had to win.

The oh so proverbial Must Win.

There I said it. Continue reading U of L CardFile: Kentucky →

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XI

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It didn’t take long for my winning streak to evaporate.

Tulane’s Green Wave fell at the Alamo midweek.

An omen before I was even able to greet anyone with “Joyeaux la veille de la Toussaint.” The script was written. I didn’t need any admonition from Father Brennan, something like, “You’ll see me in hell, Seedy, there, we will share out our sentence.”  The Waves’ L was enough to warn me my weekend was going to be a rafting adventure down the River Styx. No meet up with Damien necessary.

Auburn’s Plainsmen lost to UK — Stoops said it was a comin’ right? — which was such an embarrassment that they fired their coach.* Harsh.

*There are guys eyeing these jobs with extreme longing. Like a one-eyed cats peepin’ in the seafood store.

Vanderbilt visited the Burnt Orange just as they caught fire in Austin. A late surge wasn’t enough.

Utah bopped the Satterfields. Indiana is a season long killer, not just All Hallow’s Eve weekend. Ask the Terps, who suffered the Hoosiers fifth fiftyburger of the campaign. Louisville escaped thanks to the UPS RBs.

Hello mediocrity, my old friend.

3-3 for the weekend. 39-22 for my less than desirable season.

But the calendar’s flipped to November, Grantland Rice/ light the fireplace weather. When the days are colder and grayer and I’ll feel less guilty spending all day Saturday eating popcorn and pizza while watching football.

My stretch run of correctitude commences.

Honoring the sorority sisters at Bama, who take dressing up for football seriously. At least according the prexy of the Tri Delt’s:

“The football players, they’re walking in doing the Walk of Champions,” says Tri Delta president Finley Lowe, a Louisville, Ky., native. “They’re all suited up, they take so much pride in that. And in the same way, we take pride in how we look.”

While not dressing up, I’m taking pride in this week’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XI →

Seedy K’s Pigskin Prognostications: Week X

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Their knock is like nobody’s else’s. Especially at 1:39 in the morning.

The polizei I’m talking about.

Sure enough, when I answered, there was police badge 714 staring me in the face.

“Mr. K, I’m Detective Joe Friday. This is my sidekick, Officer Bill Gannon.

“Our Fraud squad has been alerted by someone who identified himself only as Glorious Editor that were preparing an article making claims that seemed felonious.

“That you were going to post an article, claiming to have correctly predicted last weekend’s college football games.”

I was aghast. My boss had actually called in the gendarmes. That an officer of the law was at my door and had a backup behind him, his hand resting on a .38 Smith & Wesson Model 15.

This is what it’s come to.I’m Rodney Dangerfield in his mind.

Where’s the faith?.

I stammered.

Friday interjected.

“All we want are the facts.”

Friday: : “Do you pick Vanderbilt to beat Missouri?

“Yes, the score was 17-10.”

“Did you pick BYU to beat Iowa State?

“Yes, the score was 41-27.”

“Did you pick Indiana to beat UCLA?”

“Yes, the score was 56-6.”

“Did you pick Tennessee to beat Kentucky?”

“Yes, the score was 56-34.”

“Did you pick Louisville to beat Boston College?”

“Yes, the score was 38-24.”

“Officer Gannon, are those correct numbers? Did you check to see if K actually made those predictions?”

“Yes, sir, on both counts.”

“Mr. K, sorry to bother you so late. We were told to check it out immediately prior to Wednesday afternoon. We shall advise Fraud to close the investigation.”

My sphincter loosened.

What I go through for an editor, who obviously still has no faith, despite a previous proclamation of same.

It would appear, unlike Franklin, Napier and Kelly, I still have the same gig for another week at least.

The 5-0 perfecto raises my tally to 36-19 for the year.

This weekend’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Pigskin Prognostications: Week X →