There’s the usual array of casual food at a place right by the arena, with flatscreens all about, most tuned to sports channels. (Though one this noon was at the Travel Network, which was airing a show about the SI swimsuit edition. Spicier than the très cher truffle parm fries, it was.)
The screen toward which I had a direct view was showing The World Wide Leader. It underscored exactly what a slow sports day it is. Only one story appeared during our entire stay — almost an hour and a half — the Aaron Hernandez arrest.
OJ in a white Bronco on the LA Freeway, it was not.
In tape loop, there were static shots of the former Patriot’s house, the police station and one other place, the ID of which has been lost due to an onset of blinding numbness. Fortunately there was no sound. Even the blather of my buds was more interesting than what I imagine Mort was regurgitating on the set in Bristol.
Yes, kids, the NBA Finals are done. The Stanley Cup is kaput. On the telly as I write, I’ve got Brazil vs. Uruguay in one of the Confederations Cup semis. But it’s futbol, and I know most of you could care less.
Sure, there’s the NBA Draft tomorrow night. So that’ll fill one evening. Other than that, there’s just that MLB thing, you know, the National Pastime. Tune in to Rick Bozich for updates on that before the playoffs commence.
So, that’s kind of why I haven’t been showing up around here so much lately. I mean, even I don’t care to contemplate just how great LeBron is anymore.
It’s a fallow time for the sports we love here in Hoopsylvania. Keeping my fingers crossed that Gregg Allman isn’t stormed out this evening.
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Which is why we are more grateful for the presence — at least for the time being — of Kyle Wiltjer. Much more than the BBN ever was during the Wildcat’s season last, though most UK fans were looking forward to his return next year, if only to provide a “mature” disposition on the Big Blue Bench.
Okay, a non sequitur. POP QUIZ, class: Identify Ian Darke?
Now, back to Wiltjer.
What surprises me is not so much that he’s considering moving on to another institution of higher learning where he might get more PT. But that the soap opera is playing out in public. Both Coach Cal and he have issued public statements, as striking for their public personality as for the oblique references contained therein as to what the kid is thinking?
I’ve heard nary a bit of innuendo about where he may be thinking of moving?
If he stays, will he be as important to the Cats next season, as, say, Stephan Van Treese was to this year’s national champion Louisville Cardinals?
Legit question, that one. My surmise is a really solid, I don’t think so. If he leaves, will there come a moment next season against, say, Bama in Tuscaloosa when the kiddos aren’t getting ‘er done and a couple of rainbow treys off the bench could kickstart a W? Probably, but will Willie Joe in Maytown wish Wiltjer were in the house to take the hardwood? Nah.
And, no, I don’t see Wiltjer pulling a Marvin Stone.
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Actually I lied about ESPN only showing that one story during lunchtime. I do now recall seeing Tiger Woods on the screen, doing a press conference at a tournament in which he is not entered.
See what I was saying about a reallllllly sloooooooooooooow sports day.
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Which means I’ve go to pull out an old and overused chestnut.
Brett Favre is still retired. But, hey, if he can play tight end, there’s an open spot in New England.
Ooops, nevermind. Tim Tebow’s got dibs.
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Roger Federer joined Rafie on the sidelines at Wimbledon. He lost for the first time in a decade in the 2d round of a Grand Slam tourney. To a 116th ranked journeyman named Sergiy Stakhovsky.
Leyton Hewitt also lost. Didn’t he win a title in whites on the grass once upon a time?
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Here’s as much of a preview as you’re going to read here in advance of tomorrow’s major sports event, the draft.
Chad Ford at ESPN has Nerlens Noel going first. And Gorgui Dieng, 26th.
Aaron Hernandez name is not on the list.
– Seedy K