Thought Train Thursday: Cooney Returns2 min read
Better late than never, right? It’s still Thursday in Omaha! Blog never sleeps.
Cooney comes to town
LMBF’s biggest, baddest blogger returned to Omaha on a #businesstrip and stopped by Dinker’s for a taste test. As one of my favorite oft-replicated tweets goes: It’s kind of messed up that there’s so many songs about Christmas, but only one song about the boys being back in town. Cooney and I have enjoyed the former Creighton Rugby sponsor’s food for years. However, after six months sampling Toledo’s less than stellar cuisine, he’s been chomping at the bit to return to the home of Omaha’s Best Burger. What better way to spend Valentine’s Day? I planned to film a food review, but my phone so graciously died at around 40% battery in the middle of recording. At least he was a cheap date.
Whatever this winning streak ends up at will be the second least likely sporting record to be broken. The first? Old Hoss Radbourne’s 59 pitching victories during the 1884 Providence Grays season.
He’s a great twitter follow, by the way. Back on topic, Geno Auriemma is a better coach than Bill Belichick. I hate the Patriots. The world is a cold, desolate place. Moving on!
Creighton falls to B-Frank’s Seton Hall Pirates
I was unable to watch last night’s contest due to rugby practice. I could not bring myself to watch highlights, so I read a recap and watched Maurice Watson videos on YouTube as I wept about the season that could have been. He promised a Final Four after his infamous injury, so I am more than ready for a Schwarber-esque return come tournament time. Long story short, my early-season prediction that Creighton would beat Seton Hall by forty points both at home and in Newark did not hold up. It is as almost as though that expectation was unrealistic. The thought of next year’s Creighton team without both Maurice Watson (will graduate) and Justin Patton (could-be lottery pick) is not one that I want to even entertain.
Some people talk in their sleep. Still others writhe in pain and scream out in agony after the onset of a calf cramp. Last night, I experienced the latter. I have been lucky enough to have never broken a bone or sustain any major injury. As a result, this recent calf cramp takes the cake as far as the most intense and unexpected physical pain in my life. I would rather take a ground ball to the gonads than have to experience another unexpected calf cramp in the middle of the night.