The week passes without an official notice from the NCAA on whether the University of Louisville’s appeal of sanctions will be honored. All speculation is that the NCAA will affirm the original sanctions that include nullifying the 2013 men’s basketball national championship, the 2012 Final Four appearance, and return of monies earned by the school for any games where ineligible players performed. Ineligibility was assigned to any player who had received sexual favors during a three year period where alleged prostitute Katina Powell provided women to players, recruits, and recruit chaperones.

But the NCAA’s silence doesn’t keep The Beasman quiet.

RADIO SKETCH JANUARY 26, 2018

YOU MAKE ME SICK, YOU TRAITOR TURNCOAT WILDCAT BACKSTABBER. I HEAR YOU ON THERE SMIRKIN AND ACTIN LIKE IT’S A HAP-HAP-HAPPY DAY! THIS AIN’T NO TIME FOR JOSHIN, YOU CROSS-EYED RED BELLY FRAUD! THE NC2A COMIN TO TOWN TO DROP THE HAMMER ON YOUR POINTY HEAD, STRIPPER POLE SWINGIN, PROSTERTUTE, TOOTHBRUSH STEALIN CARDINAL CONVICTS!

YOU BETTER STOP CHUCKLIN ON THESE HERE DARK DEE-PRESSION DAYS IN WILDCAT COUNTRY, YOU SNAGGLE TOOTH, BALD HAIRED, BACKWARDS CAP, RAP MUSIC, SAGGY PANTS, TOOTHLESS, BRAINLESS U OF SMELL BOOTLICKER.

THE OTHER DAY ON YOUR BIRTHDAY I GOT SICK TO MY STOMACH LISSENIN AT PEOPLE KISS YOUR KEISTER AND SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. AIN’T NO WILDCAT FAN LIKES YOUR BIRTHDAY. WE IS ALL WAITIN FOR YOUR O-BIT-YER-MARY WHEN YOU DIE, YOU LOUDMOUTH, SLICK RICK BUTTKISSER. EVEN IF WE WON THE OTHER NIGHT, U UH KAY DONE LOSTED TOO MANY GAMES AND NOW WE GOT TO GO INTO WEST VIRGINNY AND FACE BOB THUGGINS AND HIS MOUNTAIN QUEERS. EVEN MATT JONES SAYS WE PROLEE AINT GONNA WIN TOMORRY SO THIS PERIOD AIN’T HAPPY FOR NOBODY IN BIG BLUE NATION. AIN’T NOBODY LIKES YOU GIGGLIN WHEN THE CATS LOSE.

WE WANT MATT JONES ON THE RADIO TO GUIDE US THROUGH THESE DESPERATE DAYS, NOT NO SNICKERIN LARRY MINNER WHAT’S MAWKIN BIG BLUE PAIN. MATT JONES IS A TRUE BLUE KENTUCKY TREASURE CUZ HE LOVES THE CATS AND MOCKS CARDINAL BIRDS. LARRY, U UH KAY IS WHAT MAKES KENTUCKY GREAT AND SO WE GOTTA GIT THE CATS FIXED. DADGUMMIT, WHAT ABOUT COACH CAL. IS HE A FRAUD? WAS HE PLANTED HERE BY U OF SMELL TO WRECK THE WILDCAT DYNASTY? WHAT IN THE SAM HILL IS COACH CAL TAWKIN ABOUT SAYIN HE WAS HAPPY THAT THE CATS LOST TO FLORIDER? IS HE GONNA JOIN THE WEST VIRGINNY CHEERLEADERS TOMORRY AND DO SUMMER SAULTS IF WE GIT BEHIND? DADGUMMIT! TRUE BLUE WILDCATS AIN’T NEVER HAPPY LOSIN TO NOBODY, COACH CAL. DID YOU FALL AND HIT YOUR HEAD? YOU TAWKIN CRAZY!

LARRY, WHY DON’T YOU AST YOUR BOYFRIEND GOVERNOR MATT BLEVINS TO FLY ALL THE FLAGS AT HALF STIFF. TELL GOVERNOR BLEVINS TO QUIT TAWKIN ABOUT PENSIONS AND BUDGETS AND GIT FRANKFORT WORKIN ON FIXIN THE WILDCATS. AMERICA NEEDS THE GOOD CATS, NOT NO FLOPPIN, FADIN, LOSIN STREAK CATS. SEND IN THE NATIONAL GUARD. THIS HERE IS A NATURAL DISASTER TO HAVE U UH KAY STRUGGLIN. TELL GOVERNOR BLEVINS HE CAN CUT ALL THE PROGRUMS HE WANTS BUT SPEND EVERTHANG HE GOT TO GIT THE WILDCATS WINNIN AGIN. HIRE LEE-BRON JAMES AS ASSISTANT HEAD COACH. GIT STEPH CURRY TO TEACH OUR CATS HOW TO SHOOT. DON’T MATTER WHAT IT COSTS – U UH KAY WINNIN IS OUR TOP PRIORITY. NOT ILLITERACY OR TEENAGE DRUG DEATHS OR POOR PEOPLE WITHOUT HEALTH IN-SHORE-UNCE.

NOPE. OUR #1 PRIORITY IS GITTIN THE WILDCATS TO THE FINAL FOUR AND COACH CAL IS LIKE KIM JONG UM THROWIN A NUKE-U-LAR BOMB AT OUR CHANCES. WAKE UP, COACH CAL! U UH KAY STUDENTS WILL GO WITHOUT FOOD AND LECTRICITY IF WE NEED THAT MONEY TO PAY THE HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS TO SHOW THE CATS HOW TO HIT HALF COURT SHOTS AND BOUNCE BALLS OFF REFFERMARIE HEADS THAT GO IN THE BASKET. LET’S FIX THE WILDCATS AND THEN WE CAN START TO CARE ABOUT DEAD TEENAGE DRUG ADDICTS AND GANG MURDERS AND STUFF. AWWWWW C-A-T-S CATS! CATS! CATS! AND YOU’LL GIT YOURS, LARRY! DEEEEEEEAAAAAAAATH PENALTY! TAKE DOWN THAT FRAUD BANNER AND THROW IT IN THE RIVER WITH MO-HAMMER ALI’S OLYMPIC MEDAL. AND IF COACH CAL DON’T SHAPE UP AND WIN THE REST, WE’LL THO HIM IN THE RIVER TOO. KINNY SKY WALKER IS READY TO STEP IN AND LEAD THESE CATS! GO BLUE! GO CATS! GO BIG BLUE! THIRTY FIVE & FIVE! THIRTY FIVE & FIVE! THIRTY FIVE & FIVE!