Bluegrass Mama

Louisville football coach Bobby Petrino did a great job coaching the team.  He still managed to annoy most fans by looking at other jobs in a rather underhanded way, sometimes days after announcing his intention to stay in Louisville, and at least once while the team in question still had a coach.  Dealing with his wandering eye became an annual event here.  This season he publicly stated he was not a candidate for other jobs.  Six months ago he signed a 10 year contract.  While I know that coaching contracts aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on, he actually had me thinking he was going to stick around for awhile.  As of last Sunday, he is the head coach of the Atlanta Falcons.  So, Bobby, thanks for what you did for the U of L program, but I’m not all that sorry to see you finally go for real.  Good bye, good luck, and good riddance.

Raise your hand if you foretold Florida’s rout of Ohio State last night in the championship game.  Then email me your picks for the next Powerball drawing.

Today is the day they’ll announce the new inductees into the Baseball Hall of Fame.  Two of my all-time favorite players are at the top of the short list: Cal Ripken, Jr. and Tony Gwynn.  There was even some speculation as to whether Ripken might be the first player to get in by unanimous vote.  One sportswriter felt that with the current questions about doping, no player should be a unanimous selection.  Not that he’s accusing Ripken or Gwynn, mind you.  But he turned in a blank ballot to make sure that it didn’t happen.  Of course he announced his brilliant plan to the press.  Methinks it has less to do with the integrity of baseball than with getting himself a little free publicity (which I don’t want to give him, so there’s no name or link here).  If he doesn’t want to vote, then I suggest the Baseball Writers Association give that writer’s vote to someone else who does.