As we know, the Bahamas presents some mysteries of consequence.
Bermuda Triangle, of course.
Who knows how many boats Elvis really needs
There’s the submerged Bimini Road.
Thought by many to have been a byway to Atlantis.
Where we know, thanks to Donovan, knowing her fate, the soon to be lost antediluvian civilization launched ships to all corners of the globe. On board were the Gods of our legends.
And now arriving in the Caribbean a new mystery of arguably greater consequence.
The U of L Cards will be
scrimmaging twice there next week, but . . .
. . . because there shall be No Radio, No TV, No Streaming, the squad shall remain a mystery to those of us who want to know until, oh, October 21, and the exhi against the Jayhawks.
Who of this latest edition of the Louisville Cardinals will turn out to be the poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist, the magician. Or one of the other so-called Gods of our legends.
Yes, I know, silly silly silly.
But a nation of Cardinal Diehards will only second-handedly learn peripherally and sketchily more next week.
The C-J is sending Brooks Holton. That’s about it. Like a pool reporter.
I got a guy who will be in the gym. Hopefully we’ll be able to connect for some Hoopaholic Hearsay.
Fingers crossed.
Hoped to have gained some insight Thursday when low and behold we of the media persuasion were granted access to practice.
At least 20 minutes or so. Mostly stretching and warming up. A few drills, run very quickly to very loud hip hop.
Anything of consequence to report?
Karter Knox and Obinna Ekezie are still not cleared for full drills.
The team is taller in person than one might expect from videos.
21 of the 25 equipment bags were packed and ready to go as of 1:57 Thursday afternoon. (See image.)
Then we were ushered out.
— c d kaplan
