It’s late nite and I’m back from the state semifinals (got to get up for the state championship luncheon beginning at noon).
1. To quote Groundskeeper Willie from the Simpsons: “Augh, I’m bad at this.”
Not really at picking games, because, overall I was 9-3. Just our locals. More on that in a second.
After a down 2005 (three teams in the playoffs, only one to advance), Fairfield County football comes roaring back with a vengance, huh?
Midway through Staples’ 24-7 manhandling of West Haven, SCC Commish Al Carbone calls my cell from the field at Tetreau/Davis field: “Man, my league is getting hammered!”
Just for you, Allie, here’s the wreckage from Class LL, where I predicted an all-SCC final:
Southington 36, Shelton 9
Greenwich 34, Prep 0
Speaking of Greenwich, BOY, did junior tailback John Kavanaugh let me have it, huh?
“The Connecticut Post described our offense as nothing better than average, so that really fired us up,” he said.
(Thanks for reading, John ;)
And a hearty “I thought you were on my side!” thanks to Mike Puma for using that for his first quote in his game story: Prep no match for Greenwich.
I think I said it this way:
“Greenwich (key word coming up) looked average (key phrase coming up) against Staples.”
OK, so I can hide behind that, but not this: Prep 13, Greenwich 7
Kavanaugh 8 carries, 117 yards, TD; Jonathan Meyers 12 carries 104 yards, 2 TDs; Bobby Sullivan 9 carries, 92 yards; QB Joe Poletsky 6-of-9, 119 yards, TD.
John, by Irish friend, there was nothing average about that performance. I stand corrected.
However, I did pick you to beat Staples and you guys mailed it in. Where were you when I was behind ya??? Yeah, thought so. ;)
BTW, that FCIAC-SCC all-time playoff tally has just been cut down to 14-10, SCC. You can just sense Allie Carbone is sweating bullets in SoCon land.
MEANWHILE, over at Warde, the Westport Justice League was on the hunt for the conniving and evil SPB after this little diddy in Tuesday’s paper: West Haven 21, Staples 14
The first words out of The Hour of Norwalk: Matt Doran‘s mouth as I made my way from the press box to the sideline: “I wouldn’t come down here. They’re looking for you.”
Yeah, well, tell them to get in line.
Doncha know? Everybody’s looking for me.
Makes a guy think he should just pick ties from now on.
Ties. Can you imagine: The pick–Staples 28, Bunnell 28. Co-Champions!!!!!!!!
In there can be only one in American football :)
Anyhoo, off to the luncheon, More from there, unless I’m accosted in the parking lot by a gaggle of Cards, Wreckers and even Blue Knights (They read, too. Don’t think I don’t know that.)
Or maybe even an angry bunch of girls soccer players.
Why not? The Hate Bowley bandwagon’s got plenty of room. Climb aboard, you houligans.
SPB aka Lex Luthor.