Billy Clyde trumps Billy the Kid.
I pray that Big Blue faithful are breathing easily. And willing to cut Mitch Barnhart some slack. All in all, the Cats landed firmly on their feet. Gillispie, as obsessed as those who have wildcatnation.net as their home page, is truly the guy for the job. Apparently Barnhart had made contact, and knew Gillispie was the bird in hand, while waiting to make the perfunctory offer to the old Billy the Kid. Compare that to the ham-handed job Frank Broyles turned in while trying to replace his hoops coach down in Razorback country, which he finally did this week with John Pelphrey.
Sayonara SOY.
My former source of the year — he told me Thad Matta to UK was a done deal — was last seen boarding a freighter to Shanghai.
Pucks.
I know, I know, nobody in this burg — except for a few carpetbaggers from up north — cares a bit about hockey. More’s the pity. Saturday night’s championship match in the Frozen Four was a doozy. Remember, in college, they skate and don’t fight. Michigan State and Boston College were scoreless after one period. BC went up a goal in the second and missed a number of chances for a bigger lead. The Spartans tied it with 10 minutes to play, then scored with :19 on the clock for the win. It was much more scintillating than Florida-Ohio State.
It’s only a game.
If you didn’t know better and were watching the final day of the Masters on CBS, you’d think Byron Nelson and Bobby Jones made the world safe from communism, cured cancer and are about to end global warming, all while wearing the world’s most hallowed green blazer and eagling all the par 5s at Augusta National. Give us a friggin’ break here. It’s just a golf tournament, for heaven’s sake. Enough with the solemnity and over-the-top reverence.
Loyalist of the Week.
Bobby Hugs was one and done at
K State. Nice.
Win, Place & Show.
Read me now and believe me later. Here’s how they finish in the Derby. Circular Quay (pronounced “key”) is your winner, followed by Scat Daddy and Street Sense.
