The Fansided website GMenHQ has a series looking at undrafted New York Giant players and in this edition it covers Dartmouth grad Nike Laous Lalos. (LINK)
While the writer got his name correct in the story, there's virtually nothing about Lalos in the story apart from a mention of "his strong build (6’5, 270 pounds) and athleticism."
The author of the piece refers to him as "Niko Lalos of the unheralded football school, Dartmouth," and then writes:
"I mean, it’s so unheralded that I couldn’t even find a picture of a single Dartmouth football player – let alone Niko Lalos – to put as the feature photo for this piece."Green Alert Take: I couldn't decide whether that was supposed to be a joke or not, and I'm a little worried that it's not. It took 15 seconds to find this selection of photos of Lalos (with a couple of others slipped in):
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A couple of stories – back-to-back – that should get you thinking:
From ESPN (LINK):
Clemson announced Friday that 14 football players tested positive for the coronavirus over the past week, bringing the total number of cases on the team over the past month to 37 -- roughly one-third of the roster.
And from a column in The News & Observer out of Raleigh, N.C. under the headline, Send them home: How many positive tests before we pull the plug on college football? (LINK):
There’s a grim axiom about sports: Nothing changes until someone dies. That was true of tackle football in the Teddy Roosevelt days, it was true of spectator netting in hockey and baseball, it was true of helmets in hockey. ... With every infected athlete, college sports is buying a ticket in the worst lottery there is. There’s a certain amount of risk inherent in athletics, but this danger is entirely self-inflicted.•
EXTRA POINT
The 10-day forecast had called for rain this weekend. The forecast late in the week said "scattered showers." We didn't get a drop yesterday and a look out the window just now finds powder blue skies and nothing even remotely resembling a rain cloud.
Clear, sunny days in the summer are wonderful but it's getting a little crazy around here. When I cross my lawn it sounds as if I'm walking on potato chips. I've cut back on the water I'm using on the new grass we planted where trenches were dug for our solar tracker because I don't know the status of our well. Without city water we're reliant on what's underground and it doesn't help that the snowpack this winter was underwhelming.
I know I'll be whining about all the rain when it comes. (That might be this week if the "90-percent chance" of thunderstorms Monday through Wednesday forecast is correct.) In the meantime, here's what the grass in our "orchard" out back, and in our side yard looks like:
