And the Opening Day I’m talking about ain’t the November Madness we used to call the World Series. It shouldn’t take the Bronx Checkbooks more than five games to finish that. Hopefully before the first blizzard of the season. And I don’t mean baseball season.
I am talking about U of L hoops tipoff, which is now less than three hours away. The Rick says he considers it truly an exhibition. That’s legit. Especially with a retrofitted lineup full of new faces. It doesn’t make it any less exciting — or important — to the red & black faithful. And, hey, I’m sure a member of that frat.
I intend to weigh in on what the season might hold in store for the Cards, as well as the Cats, Hoosiers and Hilltoppers, but want the preseason to play out a bit first. Tonight is also the Blue/ White scrimmage, so I guess it’s TIVO Time.
And now for a little of this and a thimble of that:
Sheriff Cal expanding his Jurisdiction. Not doubt you’ve heard by now, that UK — The Cats are under new management, don’t you know? — will be practicing at Freedom Hall Sunday evening. No publicity, you understand, the NCAA doesn’t allow that. Rest assured Coach Cal is hoping to fill the place, just to, you know, let his adversary on the Belknap campus know he’s around and toting some might big guns.
I understand, and decry, the incredibly virulent enmity that exists between the red and blue factions in the state during basketball season. I thought the brouhaha, such as it was, over Coach Cal’s failure to mention Pitino when reciting the panoply of UK coaches, was nothing to get riled about.
However, I do consider this upcoming practice in Freedom Hall a shot across the bow. Make no mistake, the intent is to provoke. As if we need any more of that.
That said, Calipari’s visit to Louisville gives us a chance to . . .
. . . Get a Closer Whiff. I’ve talked to several diehard UK fans today, and a couple admitted there does seem to be this stench that follows UK’s new coach wherever he moves. UMass. Memphis.
And now there’s this John Wall mess. I understand the NCAA transgressions being bandied about John Wall arise from a time before Coach Cal was the head Wildcat.
Just sayin’. You gotta admit this kind of stuff just always seems to be wherever he is.
If the guy really has brass onions, he’ll take the team to Porcini’s after the practice.
Purple Evil. That’s how my favorite Cheesehead referred to Bret Favre today. The prodigal son returns to Green Bay this weekend. Frankly, Scarlett, I don’t give a damn. Which didn’t prevent me from mentioning it, for a little filler.)
Kragthorpe’s Replacement. Just like I told an old buddy I ran into at the store today: I know nothing. And anybody who says they do is lying. He asked about a fellow who he knows used to be one of my main sources. Operative phrase “used to be.” We both laughed when I mentioned my source has drunk so much of TJ’s Kool Aid that he’s delusional. If he knew something, which I doubt he does, he wouldn’t share for fear of getting kicked out of the luxury suite.
Big Blue Brooks. I could slap myself when I think of how much grief I used to give Rich Brooks. (Who knows, maybe some day I’ll feel that way about Steve Kragthorpe? . . . Nah!!!!) Brooks put the kibosh on a short-lived players’ movement to wear black unis this Saturday. “We’re the Big Blue,” said Brooks. Hear, hear. I hate that schools wear black when it’s not one of their colors. Especially Duke. Anyway, Go Cats, beat the Cowbells.
Cardinal to Watch. Kyle Kuric. Remember where you read it first. He’s a classic Hoosier type of player. I mean that as a compliment. Understands the game. Gets the most of his abilities. Has an instinct for the ball, especially off the boards. Jimmy Rayl shooting range, i.e. can hit from anywhere inside the gym.
Later . . .
– Seedy K