Back In The Press Box

I’m home, full of oysters, soft shell crab, jambalaya, crawfish pie and file gumbo. And crawfish strudel. Only in the Crescent City.

Sound Familiar, River City? Cyril Crutchfield was, until last Monday, one of the best high school football coaches in Louisiana. His South Plaquemines teams won three state titles in the last decade.

He was terminated from his coaching position and suspended from teaching and driving a school bus for allegedly using profane and sexually explicit language in front of another teacher and a classroom of students.

But two of the students whose statements were used as a basis for the extreme discipline are now saying that the school’s principal coerced them. One kid says he doesn’t now and never did know what Crutchfield actually said. Another says she never heard any nasty language, but was interviewed five times by the principal before being coerced to write out an unsigned statement.

For some reason, I dunno, all this sounds like something that happened around here not so long ago.

That Darned Grade Point Average. That dang Jerry Tipton is at it again, writing a story about the really low grade point average of UK’s basketball team for the first semester last year. What a hater that guy is.

Here’s how Coach Cal responded to the revelations: “They’re going to have terms where they don’t do well; it just happens. When you take over a program like I just did, do you understand everything was different? New staff, new players, new system, new style. There was a lot thrown at these young men, especially that first term. I wish they did a little better that first term academically. But let me say this: I am so proud of how they handled the big picture of this.”

Call me old fashioned but I thought going off to college was a major change for every kid.

Which begs the point. Which is how much does it really matter?

My pal Dave always gives me grief because I honestly could care less about my favorite players’ grade point, as long as they remain eligible. Because what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, I shan’t pile on here simply because the school in question is a major rival of my favorite school.

The players were eligible. That’s all that matters to me. And, apparently, to them.

I do think Calipari’s duplicity on recruiting prepsters who have committed to other schools is more worthy of investigation. This Jones kid announced — before thousands apparently — that he was going to Washington. Then immediately had a 15 minute conversation with Cal and didn’t sign his LOI.

Seems to me if Calipari were simply wishing the kid well at U Dub, the conversation might have taken, oh, 30 seconds to a minute.

Getting Back In The Groove. I kind of feel like Tiger Woods, trying to find my game here. I was away for ten days, but it wasn’t like I was in Antarctica or somewhere without newspapers, TV or the internet. New Orleans does have all that.

But I was so busy enjoying the the city and its charms that I lost track of MLB, the Stanley Cup playoffs, the NBA playoffs. And, while there was plenty of sports news daily down there about the NFL, it was overload and I stopped paying attention. For me, football is a fall sport.

I did run into one fellow at the festival, wearing a Red Wings hat. A local, he said he only knew one other guy down there who cared about hockey. So Louisville and New Orleans have that in common.

So bear with me, while I get back on track. I’m going to stay close to the rail, hoping I can get past the muck like native Louisianian Calvin Borel.

NBA Flavor Of The Month. Lots of coaching vacancies in the play for pay league. To me, the one guy sure to be on the sidelines somewhere next season is Avery Johnson.

I’m betting on the 76ers, only because he was spotted by one of my guys at a local dining establishment with a Philly exec during Derby week.

Speaking Of Tiger Woods . . . whatever happened to Tiger Woods?

– Seedy K


  1. fred
    Posted May 4, 2010 at 4:02 pm | Permalink

    Welcome back.

  2. cbcard
    Posted May 5, 2010 at 8:54 pm | Permalink

    All too often 1 and done =s 1.0 GPA.

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