And So It Goes..
Jack asked me if I liked to fish. I don’t. I like to catch fish. Unfortunately catching is a direct result of fishing. You can fish without catching, but you can’t…..
Well, you see where I’m going here. 
I lost my newest friend this week. He wasn’t really a friend, but I’d come to feel close to him. I watched him every morning. I knew he was a famous radio personality but didn’t know he was on television when I stumbled upon his show on MSNBC. Come to find out, several other folks I know watched him, too. Perhaps you have heard of him. If you haven’t, you must just be getting back from a deserted island. I’m talking about Don Imus, the embattled talk show host who lost his job last week for essentially putting his foot in his mouth.
The phone lines have glowed bright red as the gang of four have called each other spreading rumor after rumor as to who would be the next coach of the University of Kentucky basketball program. These yentas, who have doubled as Voice Sports “foreign” correspondents, are stationed throughout the state in such obscure hamlets as Lexington and Louisville. Not once did the name “Billy Gillispie” cross their lips. They thought Texas A&M was some form of western bondage. This gang of four turned out to be the gang of four old women who gossip all day only stumbling on the truth by accident.
The lady was obviously upset. Who could blame her? According to her she had been sprayed with a disinfectant when she took her seat on a local shuttle. “To kill the germs,” is the reason she was given. It was clear she did not appreciate it.
I guess it started when women got the right to vote. Next thing you knew there was Title IX and the girls had a basketball team. You look around and there on the sideline of pro football games are women reporters. (The ones with the really wide-open eyes have actually been into the team dressing rooms.). Shoot, before you know it Hillary might be President. This weekend, the last bastion of male dominance has fallen. The NCAA brackets and the office pools they represent have fallen, just as the offices themselves have, to the women. More specifically, the title of Master Bracketologist and sports equal to Dick Vitale now falls to Arlene.
On the road again
It was a whirlwind trip. I worked all day as did the others. John and Bill then picked Jack and I up about 5:00 p.m. I was walking to Jack’s driveway when John came rolling into view. We loaded up and off we went to Bowling Green to see the LadyCats play in the state tourney.
Jack, the biggest sports fan, in a van full of sports enthusiasts, stayed to watch the June Buchanan vs. Powell Co. game. John got Bill, Arlene and I loaded up in the van and we headed home. It was not the sports reporter, nor the two sports commentators who suggested we turn on the radio and listen to the ball game. It was Arlene, the real sports fan.
Where were a lot of positives about playing the district tournament at Wolfe Co. We are lucky to have such nice neighbors and they demonstrated that by putting up with Jack and I for the entire week. True their gym won’t hold many fans, but it seemed to hold all the fans that came. It is a “little gym” but it is a NICE little gym and it provides enough room in the end zones for the sports reporter to take pictures. The potato soup at the hospitality room was outstanding. The taco soup was better than that.
I was in Atlanta when I first heard of Tubby Smith. He had taken his Tulsa team to the NCAA tourney while the Georgia Bulldogs of Coach Hugh Durham stayed home. Bye bye Hugh. Hello Tubby. Forget years of service and dedication. At UGA it is win or leave. Tubby took virtually the same players that had underachieved the year before to the NCAA Final Four. I thought the coaching job done by Tubby Smith was amazing and more closely resembled miracle working.
Mr. UBet has tried to coach me, but I’m still a little unclear. I think a superfecta is a bet on getting the first four horses in the race. I have adapted it to describe the weekend of a sports reporter’s significant other.
It turns out that former LadyCat Colette Cole who now plays for the EKU Lady Colonels is a friend of Arlene and daughter Alicia. Colette was playing her final home game of the year in Richmond on Saturday. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
