Coach Speaks the Truth, World Stunned

I can't even imagine how much fun much Big East coaches meetings are. What a cast of characters, with Agnus B, C. Vivian, Geno, Harry P., Jeff Walz and on and on. Jesus they must need a mighty big room to hold those personalities. And I mean big, like Roman Collesium, big. Like Casey Hampton's lunch bag, big. I mean like Madonna's ego, big. Like, bigger than Roger Clemens' level of denial. What I'm getting at is these are coaches with huge, wildly entertaining personalities. And people wonder why I love living in a Big East city. 

Why oh why hasn't ESPN turned the Big East women's coaches into a reality show? Do I really need them to produce another show about raycin'? Hells no. I want to see these coaches and I mean all the time. Bring on the Agnus-Cam! Where's my "Day in the Life of Harry Perretta?" I'd Tivo a show that followed C. Vivian Stringer while she went shopping. (She is the best dressed coach in any sport, hands down, no question.) Sunday dinners with the Auriemma family would be television gold. How can the Worldwide Leader not see this? 

So, as though you needed more evidence that the Big East is the most entertainng conference on planet women's hoops, U.Conn coach Geno Auriemma did something shocking in his pre-game presser before the Final Four game against Stanford. He was Geno. 

http://www.truveo.com/Auriemma-On-Perception-Of-Race-In-Sports/id/3228141587

To borrow a phrase from the late, great PittGirl, perhaps the world's greatest blogger, that's CHURCH, Cousin Geno.

It's Just Raycin'

From CNN:  edition.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/03/31/barstool.dui/

"An Ohio man says he is seeking a jury trial on a charge of driving under the influence that was slapped on him after he crashed the vehicle he was piloting -- a barstool. ... His homemade vehicle was made from a barstool welded to a small metal frame attached to a five-horsepower lawnmower engine, four wheels and a lawnmower steering wheel, according to the Newark, Ohio, police accident report."

Just a little fender bender as he careened over and off the homeade bar-scooter. After consuming 15 beers.( Now, of course, he told police 15 beers. But doesn't everybody lie to the police about this? For instance, if you've had five, don't you say you've had two or three? So if he said 15, can't we assume that he had 20. Although, once you get into double digits, we're probably just picking nits.)

I don't want to tell you where this thought has lead me, but, really, with the cost of gas and sponsorship for NASCAR, can't we just rig out bar stools and race them? Consumption of a six-pace pre-race would be mandatory, of course.  Who wouldn't pay to see that? 

The great state of Ohio brought you the Wright Brothers (from Dayton) and now Kile Wygle, mechanic, visionary and drunk. God bless America.