I'm no art teacher, but I shtill know talent when I see it.
Unfortunately he did not win, and I do not harbor losers in my house, so he is doing lots of pushups right now. So disappointed in you, Skip.
Friday, February 17, 2012
KSR Kid Letter Contest
Today, Kentucky Shports Radio held a competition for tickets to this Saturday's UK game against the Ole Mississippi Rebels. The donor of shaid tickets requested that they be given to a child who had never been to Rupp Arena before. Children had to write a letter stating why they should be chosen to win. My son has never seen a UK game live before, and he got so excited for the opportunity that he wrote this letter.
Unfortunately he did not win, and I do not harbor losers in my house, so he is doing lots of pushups right now. So disappointed in you, Skip.
Unfortunately he did not win, and I do not harbor losers in my house, so he is doing lots of pushups right now. So disappointed in you, Skip.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Fake Lou Holtz's Top 10 Calls on Kentucky Sports Radio
Shalutaions, men! In between my naps, pills, and ESHPN ranting, I've managed to figure out how to operate a computer to bring you a very speshial holiday gift. While you're giving excepshional effort on that Chrishtmas turkey and egg nog, feasht your ears on my top ten calls to the Kentucky Shports Radio show.
10. 2/28/2011 - You know me besht for my pep talks and motivational shpeeches. In this call, with college football ending and another boring season of baseball on the horizon, Lou Holtz needed a pep talk, from himself.
9. 10/31/2011 - Here I welcome KSR's new listeners on their Lexington affiliate, WLAP. Topics include a disappointing UK football season, and relating pep talks to fiber supplements.
8. 8/12/2011 - In this call with Matt Jones and Tony Vanetti, I was a bit frustrated in anticipitation of the coming football season. Fortunately the UK Legends bashketball exhibition game was coming up to keep me occupied.
7. 1/26/2011 - After feeling bad about pep talking UK into losing the 2011 BBVBVBAA Compass bowl, I called in to offer UK an apology, and to discuss the fotball team's future.
6. 2/3/2011 - Today I called in from the baggage compartment of John Madden's bus on the way to the Shuper Bowl. I also cracked Big EZ up by recapping college football signing day, and introducing KSR to Lou's milk shake. I've still got recruiting power!
5. 3/29/2011 - During the NCAA tournament I was pleased to talk to Oscar Combs and Matt Jones about the Final Four injury report update. Irritable bowel syndrome is a very serious condition that should not be taken lightly, and for shome reason, it was affecting everybody. Even Charles Barkley!
4. 2/16/2011 - Valentine's Day is a special time for me and my wife. Let your mind run wild with the double entendre, as I recap my epic win against my wife in the St. Valentine's Day Bowl. Other topics include fiber, Shoney's, and Notre Dame.
3. 9/16/2011 - This call was Classic Lou Holtzsh! Prior to the UK/UL football game, UL head coach Charlie Strong confused many people by making some comments about Kentucky, playing them up to be the second coming of the New England Patriots or some such nonsense. Thish is an old tactic that I taught him to motivate a football team, which I illushtrated with a pep talk for Notre Dame.
2. 2/10/2011 - We're getting closer to the top, men! This call was a recap of the Shuper Bowl, featuring musical entertainment from shome of my favorite performers: Barbra Streisand (Lea Michele), Aretha Franklin (Christina Aguilera), and the Black Eyed Peas (fiber). Yes, beans are mushical entertainment at my age.
1. 1/17/2011 - My favorite call to-date was my live report from the 2011 BCS title game in Glendale, AZ. Oregon was playing Auburn, and somehow I didn't get the memo that I was a week late to the shtadium.
Honorable Mention: 6-3-2011
Hopefully, some of you have heard the radio bumpers I recorded for the KSR show. Coach is proud to have been the first BCS#1 caller to bring these to the air. After ruining two shpit guards and a microphone, here was the live on-air result with Ryan Lemond and Shannon the Dude.
For an extra little shtocking shtuffer, here are some rather embarasshing out-takes from the same recording session.
10. 2/28/2011 - You know me besht for my pep talks and motivational shpeeches. In this call, with college football ending and another boring season of baseball on the horizon, Lou Holtz needed a pep talk, from himself.
9. 10/31/2011 - Here I welcome KSR's new listeners on their Lexington affiliate, WLAP. Topics include a disappointing UK football season, and relating pep talks to fiber supplements.
8. 8/12/2011 - In this call with Matt Jones and Tony Vanetti, I was a bit frustrated in anticipitation of the coming football season. Fortunately the UK Legends bashketball exhibition game was coming up to keep me occupied.
7. 1/26/2011 - After feeling bad about pep talking UK into losing the 2011 BBVBVBAA Compass bowl, I called in to offer UK an apology, and to discuss the fotball team's future.
6. 2/3/2011 - Today I called in from the baggage compartment of John Madden's bus on the way to the Shuper Bowl. I also cracked Big EZ up by recapping college football signing day, and introducing KSR to Lou's milk shake. I've still got recruiting power!
5. 3/29/2011 - During the NCAA tournament I was pleased to talk to Oscar Combs and Matt Jones about the Final Four injury report update. Irritable bowel syndrome is a very serious condition that should not be taken lightly, and for shome reason, it was affecting everybody. Even Charles Barkley!
4. 2/16/2011 - Valentine's Day is a special time for me and my wife. Let your mind run wild with the double entendre, as I recap my epic win against my wife in the St. Valentine's Day Bowl. Other topics include fiber, Shoney's, and Notre Dame.
3. 9/16/2011 - This call was Classic Lou Holtzsh! Prior to the UK/UL football game, UL head coach Charlie Strong confused many people by making some comments about Kentucky, playing them up to be the second coming of the New England Patriots or some such nonsense. Thish is an old tactic that I taught him to motivate a football team, which I illushtrated with a pep talk for Notre Dame.
2. 2/10/2011 - We're getting closer to the top, men! This call was a recap of the Shuper Bowl, featuring musical entertainment from shome of my favorite performers: Barbra Streisand (Lea Michele), Aretha Franklin (Christina Aguilera), and the Black Eyed Peas (fiber). Yes, beans are mushical entertainment at my age.
1. 1/17/2011 - My favorite call to-date was my live report from the 2011 BCS title game in Glendale, AZ. Oregon was playing Auburn, and somehow I didn't get the memo that I was a week late to the shtadium.
Honorable Mention: 6-3-2011
Hopefully, some of you have heard the radio bumpers I recorded for the KSR show. Coach is proud to have been the first BCS#1 caller to bring these to the air. After ruining two shpit guards and a microphone, here was the live on-air result with Ryan Lemond and Shannon the Dude.
For an extra little shtocking shtuffer, here are some rather embarasshing out-takes from the same recording session.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
'Twas the Night Before Christmas, Lou Holtz Edition.
Men! Shome of you may not realize it, but in addition to a world class coach and motivational shpeaker, I'm also a poet and a hopeless romantic. Thish holiday sheason I'm offering an original recap of my Christmas Eve, audio performed by me, with a transhcript below. It's set to the original cadence of 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, so don't jump offsides on the snap count.
‘Twas the day before Christmas, I was lost in my house,
My dentures were shooting the spit from my mouth.
Football was over, most fans didn’t care,
They had hopes that old Lou Holtz, would soon coach there.
The old folks were propped up in their Sleep Number beds,
While visions of Sugar Bowls, danced in our heads.
My whistle on the bendstand, with a flat-billed cap,
I’d just shettled down, for a long morning nap.
When on the TV, there arose such a clatter,
I adjusted the bed to see what was the matter.
Mark May was on ESPN, he’s always a gas.
I turned up the volume, he just talks too fasht.
What he was saying, I’ll never know,
It was cut off by the scrolling news ticker below.
When, what through my trifocaled glasses appeared,
But the names of great coaches, so highly endeared.
I’m a little old Coach, still lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, just whom they should pick.
Like penalty flags, the faster they came.
I threw things, and spit things, at some of their names.
Now Bryant, now Bowden, now Paterno and Neyland,
On Spurrier, on Switzer, on Coker and Saban.
Hogwash! I yelled with a sharp whistle’s call,
In hopes the name Hotlz, would be there after all.
And then, in an instant, I felt my bowels move.
I hustled and shuffled my way to the louvre.
As I dropped trow, and was turning around,
Down the chimney my breakfast came out with a bound.
Large and satisfying, ‘twas the length of a foot.
Waffles with fiber, and somehow a peanut.
To Jesus I cried, as I arched my back,
That my defense withstand this rushing attack.
I begged my wife, fetch me, some Pepto Bismol Cherry.
And as I blacked out, I saw the Virgin Mary.
Football season’s so short, it’s everything I know.
She smiled at me and said, 35 bowl games still to go.
I smiled as I wiped, and out popped my teeth,
And plopped in the bowl of the toilet beneath.
They stuck atop the trophy, forged from my belly,
This was a Heisman, and it was quite smelly.
It was chubby and plump, I was pleased with myself,
No way to put, this piece on my shelf.
To Mary I looked, but she turned her head,
Her Blessing I sought, she threw up instead.
She spoke not a word, so I went back to work
My pants and my buckle, came up with a jerk.
Defense victorious, from the throne I rose,
To see my wife entering, and holding her nose.
Sacrifices were made, when I launched that missile,
I’d lost my teeth, but I still had my whistle.
And my wife exclaimed, as I shuffled out of sight,
Happy “Bowel” games to all, and to all a good night!
‘Twas the day before Christmas, I was lost in my house,
My dentures were shooting the spit from my mouth.
Football was over, most fans didn’t care,
They had hopes that old Lou Holtz, would soon coach there.
The old folks were propped up in their Sleep Number beds,
While visions of Sugar Bowls, danced in our heads.
My whistle on the bendstand, with a flat-billed cap,
I’d just shettled down, for a long morning nap.
When on the TV, there arose such a clatter,
I adjusted the bed to see what was the matter.
Mark May was on ESPN, he’s always a gas.
I turned up the volume, he just talks too fasht.
What he was saying, I’ll never know,
It was cut off by the scrolling news ticker below.
When, what through my trifocaled glasses appeared,
But the names of great coaches, so highly endeared.
I’m a little old Coach, still lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, just whom they should pick.
Like penalty flags, the faster they came.
I threw things, and spit things, at some of their names.
Now Bryant, now Bowden, now Paterno and Neyland,
On Spurrier, on Switzer, on Coker and Saban.
Hogwash! I yelled with a sharp whistle’s call,
In hopes the name Hotlz, would be there after all.
And then, in an instant, I felt my bowels move.
I hustled and shuffled my way to the louvre.
As I dropped trow, and was turning around,
Down the chimney my breakfast came out with a bound.
Large and satisfying, ‘twas the length of a foot.
Waffles with fiber, and somehow a peanut.
To Jesus I cried, as I arched my back,
That my defense withstand this rushing attack.
I begged my wife, fetch me, some Pepto Bismol Cherry.
And as I blacked out, I saw the Virgin Mary.
Football season’s so short, it’s everything I know.
She smiled at me and said, 35 bowl games still to go.
I smiled as I wiped, and out popped my teeth,
And plopped in the bowl of the toilet beneath.
They stuck atop the trophy, forged from my belly,
This was a Heisman, and it was quite smelly.
It was chubby and plump, I was pleased with myself,
No way to put, this piece on my shelf.
To Mary I looked, but she turned her head,
Her Blessing I sought, she threw up instead.
She spoke not a word, so I went back to work
My pants and my buckle, came up with a jerk.
Defense victorious, from the throne I rose,
To see my wife entering, and holding her nose.
Sacrifices were made, when I launched that missile,
I’d lost my teeth, but I still had my whistle.
And my wife exclaimed, as I shuffled out of sight,
Happy “Bowel” games to all, and to all a good night!
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Mount Rushmore of Notre Dame Football
Men, after much discussion on KSR about whose faces would be on the Mount Rushmore of Kentucky football and bashketball, I'm pleased to announce that the Notre Dame Mount Rushmore has just been finished. Let's take a look...
Let he who is without sin pass the firsht down
Speaking of hail-mary, full of graces and such... In nearly 2000 seasons as the Holy Trinity's offenshive coordinator, the Virgin Mary has been outshtanding. Although she battled injury early on in her career with a nine month case of pregnancy with our Lord and Saviour, no one, much less a woman, has delivered more in clutch game-winning situashions. Just look at the statishtics: 2,908,645 touchdowns scored on an equal number of passing attempts, eleventy billion passing yards, and that doesn't even include the pro or high shchool numbersh. No one has been more electrocuting or dramatic on the field, and that earns Virgin Mary spot on Mount Rushmore.
Our father, who art in heaven; Football be thy name
In my playing days it looked more like thish
The final shpot on Notre Dame Mount Rushmore belongs to me, the inimitable Lou Holtz won 1988 National Champion Fiesta Bowl that was excepshional game. There is no finer example of blatant homerism in the face of facts than this 4' 2" firecracker. 212 years of coaching without a loss, if my memory serves me correctly. Not much more needs to be said. He's also kept aviator style glasshes in style for the better part of a century. Lou Holtz's Mount Rushmore appearance is sponsored by Metamucil. Winner, winner, chase your dinner, with Metamucil.
Shprinkler system being installed as we shpeak
Some of you may be upshet about so many religious icons being on a state monument, babbling some nonsense about the separashions of churchesh and shtates and such. But Lou needs to remind you that this game is steeped in the tradition of the divine. Even football's scoring system is holy! Three and seven are sacred number in life and in football. Field goals: Holy Trinity. God created the the earth and the universes in seven days, and we get seven points for touchdowns! Well, he rested on the seventh day, that's why we have to kick the extra point ourselves. COINCIDENCE? COACH THINKS NOT!
Primarily known for raising the roof with his eccentric end-zone dances, who better to take the first shpot on our monument than Jesus. As the founder of the triple option, the most exshiting offense in the history of the game, Jesus took the wheel in every Notre Dame #1 BCS champion season. Which was and is every football season. EVER! Pulling off the game's only self-completed hail-mary touchdown in history (worth 20 points I might add) is just one of his many miracles, and he's watched over our stadium so long that even the referees have taken to using his pose as the sign for touchdowns and field goals. Here's hoping for many more sermons on the Mount.
Let he who is without sin pass the firsht down
Speaking of hail-mary, full of graces and such... In nearly 2000 seasons as the Holy Trinity's offenshive coordinator, the Virgin Mary has been outshtanding. Although she battled injury early on in her career with a nine month case of pregnancy with our Lord and Saviour, no one, much less a woman, has delivered more in clutch game-winning situashions. Just look at the statishtics: 2,908,645 touchdowns scored on an equal number of passing attempts, eleventy billion passing yards, and that doesn't even include the pro or high shchool numbersh. No one has been more electrocuting or dramatic on the field, and that earns Virgin Mary spot on Mount Rushmore.
Our father, who art in heaven; Football be thy name
Next up is one of the most iconic symbols in all of college football. That's right, a Notre Dame helmet has been installed in our third shpot as the Golden Dome of the Rock. You have no idea how much planning was involved to turn the monument's natural white color to gold, but we deshided that plating the helmet in pure 24 karat gold was the cheapest option. Shpared no expense. Inside the helmet will be a convent and living quarters for the Rushmore maintenance staff, and a special thanks goes out to the Sisters of Our Lady of the Worthless Miracle for their vigilant and steadfasht upkeep.
In my playing days it looked more like thish
The final shpot on Notre Dame Mount Rushmore belongs to me, the inimitable Lou Holtz won 1988 National Champion Fiesta Bowl that was excepshional game. There is no finer example of blatant homerism in the face of facts than this 4' 2" firecracker. 212 years of coaching without a loss, if my memory serves me correctly. Not much more needs to be said. He's also kept aviator style glasshes in style for the better part of a century. Lou Holtz's Mount Rushmore appearance is sponsored by Metamucil. Winner, winner, chase your dinner, with Metamucil.
Shprinkler system being installed as we shpeak
Some of you may be upshet about so many religious icons being on a state monument, babbling some nonsense about the separashions of churchesh and shtates and such. But Lou needs to remind you that this game is steeped in the tradition of the divine. Even football's scoring system is holy! Three and seven are sacred number in life and in football. Field goals: Holy Trinity. God created the the earth and the universes in seven days, and we get seven points for touchdowns! Well, he rested on the seventh day, that's why we have to kick the extra point ourselves. COINCIDENCE? COACH THINKS NOT!
Salutashions!
Greetings, men! With college football season coming soon upon us, and now that I've figured out what a computer is, I thought it would be a superb time to start an Interweb blog: The Coach Lisperer. When I'm not tweetering, calling in to Kentucky Sports Radio, or coaching stuffed animals in my bedroom, I'll be here posting my thoughts and advice on life through my dishtorted lens of Notre Dame football. Soon you'll find audio clips, rants, pep talks, and even videos of my old timer antics, so stay tuned!
As a member of Lou's Legion, I expect nothing less from you than 110% effort! NO SHLACKING! Everything on this site is to be read in my inimitatable, sprinkler shooting voice.
If you have a topic you'd like to see your beloved Coach tackle, please feel free to comment and suggesht your suggeshtions.
As a member of Lou's Legion, I expect nothing less from you than 110% effort! NO SHLACKING! Everything on this site is to be read in my inimitatable, sprinkler shooting voice.
If you have a topic you'd like to see your beloved Coach tackle, please feel free to comment and suggesht your suggeshtions.
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