Beware the Stache. Lord only knows what the real deal is with this year’s Derby ticket scam? The 2010 edition stars U of L assistant Steve Masiello, Oldham County Magistrate Scott Davis and the nefarious Stephen Netherton.
Since it is only peripherally a sports matter, I shan’t comment extensively. But I’ll be watching. I do have a couple questions:
1) Why on earth would anybody get in any kind of a deal with somebody sporting a weasel mustache like Magistrate Davis? Would you buy a car or refrigerator or Derby tickets from that guy?
2) What’s happening behind the scenes in the U of L hoops’ offices about this? What does the future hold for Stevie Masiello at U of L, or for his career arc?
I can almost hear The Rick, with a somewhat raised voice, asking Masiello, “What the fuck were you thinking?”
From a basketball perspective, what might happen to Louisville’s heralded 2011 recruiting class were Masiello no longer on the staff? Is he the point man for some of these superpreps? Does U of L need to keep him on staff for that reason?
I Can Already Feel the Burn. My gang of 8 gets the privilege of sifting through the remnants and selecting our basketball seats in the new U of L arena today.
At Freedom Hall, we had seats for decades. Two at mid court about ten rows up. Four sidecourt at the endline across from the Louisville bench, also ten rows from the court. Two in the 7th row at the foul line across from the visitor’s bench.
We’ve all had football and basketball tickets and paid the athletic donations and given other money to the university for forty years. We have followed the teams to NCAA games hither and yon and to bowl games.
We decided to sit together in the new place.
Because so many people jumped the priority list line, because so many people bought into U of L’s money grab, because, as always, there are priority lists, then there are Priority Lists, our seats won’t come close to approximating what we had — and paid for — at Freedom Hall for decades.
We’ll either be in the end zone or a corner or in the second deck. We are far from alone in our frustration with the process and our sense of being discarded.
It is obvious in this seat selection deal that loyalty was but a minor factor. It’s all about ‘Mo Money, ‘Mo Money, ‘Mo Money.
We’re contemplating walking in this afternoon, and immediately bending over, getting the hot poker treatment over with at the start, then moving on to choosing the seats.
An alternative we considered was to take the Dalai Lama with us. He’s right up the road in Bloomington. His personal cellist is The Film Babe’s cousin. Maybe his presence, the flowing robes, his grace, could sway the school to give us primo seats. Big hitter, the Lama.
Anyway, the school has stated it wants this process to be transparent. I know for a fact that one demand letter from a local attorney has requested information that will reveal who is getting the primo seats and if the school is following its own rules. Can’t wait to see whose been making the big payoffs . . . if U of L reveals the names?
Hip Hip Hooray for the Habs. The Montreal Canadiens, last seed in the NHL’s Eastern Conference, a team that didn’t assure itself a playoff spot until the last week of the regular season, will play in the conference finals for a chance to win the Stanley Cup in the Finals.
They upset Washington, the top seed, in 7 in the opening round. Last night, again away from home, they upset the defending champion Pittsburgh Penguins in another seventh game to advance. They will play either a #6 seed, Boston, or a #7 seed, Philly, which has come back from an 0-3 deficit to force a 7th game in that series.
I’ve said it before the Stanley Cup playoffs are the most exciting in pro sports. Anything, obviously, can happen. That said, it’s a scratch scenario in the West. San Jose meets the Blackhawks in a match of the top two seeds for the conference crown.
Good things happen when you get sterling play from your stopper. Habs goalie Jaroslav Halak has been magnificent.
Meanwhile in the NBA . . . thank heavens for the Cleveland meltdown. Celts vs. Cavs presents a compelling Game 6 tonight in Beantown. The first in all games of the four semi-final series, the other three of which went 4 zip.
A Boston W and LeBron is done. And wouldn’t that set up an intriguing summer for the free agent? And maybe cause some spielkies (Yiddish: Ants in the pants.) for UK fans until James goes or stays and has a coach in place not named Calipari.
– Seedy K