Which means I missed the second half of the most highly contested bowl game of the season, Baylor’s come from behind W over UDub in the San Antonio River Walk Eat Some Tacos Alamo Bowl. 67-56. In regulation. Yes, it was a football game.
That wouldn’t have been too much fun to watch or anything.
I love when there’s no defense, as long as neither team stops the other. Though color commentator, former LB Chris Spielman was shell shocked at the lack of defense. The RGIII-led Bears went for 777 yards; the losers, 620.
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I’m also a bit distraught I didn’t see more of Notre Dame’s L to Florida State in the Something or Another Bowl in Disneytown, Fla.
Always a pleasure to watch the Irish and their detestably testy coach lose.
And speaking of the latter, “F-Bomb” Kelly, there was this great moment in the TV room last night. My sweetie, down with a broken back, was on the couch, kindle in hand, reading, while I, clicker in hand, had sports on the tube.
I was in the other room for a moment gathering my 3d or 4th snack of the evening, when she exclaimed, “Did you see what that coach just said?”
I explained the phenomenon that is “F-Bomb” Kelly. How the irascible coach has given lip service to being “more patient” but how he’s just a mean ass mo fo and rips into his players at every turn.
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Despite my frustration at not being able to totally enjoy every moment of those games, I do have the satisfaction of knowing I had both winners in Joey The Vig’s little bowl season exercise.
I vaulted in the standings, and am now tied for 15th.
The Vig’s silence tells me he’s vexed. Or, still recovering from his latest tropical adventures. I’ve heard rumors about him and single-again Demi Moore, but when I texted Sal and Vito, they remained mum.
At any rate, if Mississippi State, Ooooooooooooklahoma and Tulsa — especially the Golden Hurricanes — grab a W today, hope will be rearing its head again in Seedy K’s household.
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Here in Hoopsylvania, we can all be happy it’s now that time of the season when all the games matter. And nothing comes easy.
Which phraseology gives us pause for a musical interlude.
Ask Florida, which lost in double OT to a bunch of neophytes at the RAC. (Louisville can be grateful, that destination is one torture chamber it doesn’t have to visit during league play.) Rutgers 85, Gators 83.
And Cincy, still depleted, pulled out yet another short-handed W, this one over the Sooners, 56-55.
Plus Vandy, playing like we thought the Commodores would all along, throttled Marquette in Milwaukee. The Commodores jumped up big early and cruised. It reminded me of a U of L/ Memphis State game in the late 80s. The Tigers couldn’t miss, and were up 20 or more early in the 1st half. The Cards chipped away the entire game, but never could close the considerable gap, falling by five or so.
Marquette never came within shouting distance.
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I spent some time this morning, trying to find a line on tomorrow’s Cats vs. Cards tilt.
The only one I could find had UK a 7 1/2 favorite. Sounds about right. Were I a betting man — and I certainly am not — I’d guess the Cats will cover. With ease. But, were I a betting man — and I certainly am not — I’d never wager against my favorite team.
Okay, I gotta get my game face on for the Tulsa Golden Kragthorpes in the Armed Forces Bowl.
Take that, Joey the Vig.
– Seedy K