The January-February edition of Dartmouth Alumni Magazine has a story about how internships at IMG turned former linebacker Tony Godsick '93 from would-be Wall Streeter to sports agent with a little help from Monica Seles. Along the way he married Grand Slam champion Mary Joe Fernández, built a remarkable relationship with Roger Federer as the all-time great's agent, teamed up with Federer to create the Laver Cup, and now has a daughter, Bella, who is a freshman on the Dartmouth women's lacrosse team.
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Also in the Seen & Heard section of DAM is a link to the Rolling Stone article about former linebacker Gordy Quist '02 and defensive back Trevor Nealon '02, of the Band of Heathens. From the blurb:
Former Big Green football players are members of the Band of Heathens, with a new album out now. Rolling Stone calls it “a warm, enveloping album with a positive message of understanding and compassion that’s just right for the times — call it 'comfort rock.' ”
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Make of this what you will, but here are the Dartmouth and opponent touchdown conversion rates in the red zone since 2010. The 2019 Ivy League champions had both their highest conversion rate in the past decade and the lowest opponent conversion rate.
RED ZONE CONVERSION RATE SINCE 2010
Year
Record
Dartmouth
Pct.
Opponents
Pct.
2019
9-1
22-30
.73
10-32
.31
2018
9-1
31-44
.70
10-23
.43
2017
8-2
21-38
.55
20-33
.61
2016
4-6
21-36
.58
19-33
.58
2015
9-1
27-45
.60
9-27
.33
2014
8-2
26-42
.62
21-38
.55
2013
6-4
26-42
.62
16-34
.47
2012
6-4
20-38
.53
25-35
.71
2011
5-5
20-33
.61
20-40
.50
2010
6-4
25-37
.68
24-41
.59
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KiJuan Ware, who spent a couple of seasons on the coaching staff at Dartmouth before stints at Georgetown , Miami (Ohio), Notre Dame and several other schools, will be a a guest speaker at the forum, Blacks in Sports - The College Life, hosted virtually by the Association of Black Sports Officials. Ware is currently offensive coordinator at Macalester College.
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The NFL is "reimagining" its annual Combine for 2021, eliminating in-person workouts in Indianapolis in favor of college pro days and virtual interviews and psychological testing. (LINK)
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And for those who questioned the Ivy League's decision not to have athletic competition in the winter: The Vanderbilt women's basketball team has joined Duke, Virginia, SMU and San Jose State among schools that started the year only to decide to cancel the remainder of their season. (LINK)
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Should have posted this yesterday but better later than never. Audio of Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., speaking at Dartmouth on May 23, 1962:
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EXTRA POINT At the end of a ridiculously long October posting, I wrote an EP about what happened the one and only time we ever locked the door to our house on Moose Mountain. Spoiler Alert: We couldn't find the key. (LINK)
In a Twilight Zone twist, I for some reason decided yesterday – three months to the day later – to finally do something even dumber.
A reminder for the newbies out there. We moved into this house two years ago this spring and discovered previous owners had a security alarm installed. Don't tell anyone, but while we've finally come around to locking our doors we opted not to renew the previous owner's contract with the alarm company. The monitor in our mud room still announced each time a door was open, but it wasn't connected to the alarm headquarters.
Because a couple of plastic tags holding the LED alarm panel on the wall had snapped off, the panel was sitting haphazardly on a table until I had the brilliant idea yesterday of using those VELCRO-like hangers to put it back on the wall to cover up the ugly scar it left when it came off.
That seemed to be all well and good until in the process of firmly holding the alarm against the wall to set it in place I somehow "armed" the system. How did I know what happened? A red screen came up that said "armed." It was ugly but, no harm no foul. I knew without service the police weren't going to show up at our door if the alarm went off.
Ah, but then I opened the front door and instead of the usual, "Front door opened" voice, I got an ear-piercing screech that kept going, and going, and going. With Griff the Wonder Dog running for cover, I finally found the "disarm" screen on the monitor only to discover it required me to punch in the proper code, which I didn't have.
Argh. I tried our house number. I tried all 1's, all 2's etc., and various 1-2-3, 3-2-1 type sequences, all to no avail. I tried the code to open our garage door.
I've twice opened those little luggage locks which were sitting around after we lost the combination by systematically trying every combination – a lengthy process – and started on that before the noise and the futility drove me out of the mud room.
That sent me to Google where there are a bunch of message board postings about what to do to shut off an alarm if you don't know the code. Most defaulted to "Call the alarm company," which might have been a good idea if we had a contract with them, which of course we didn't.
Eventually I found a link to a suggestion to find the battery pack running the alarm. If there was a battery pack, I couldn't find it.
With no other choice, I grabbed a pair of scissors, pulled the alarm back off the wall and cut the only two wires I could find.
Silence never sounded so good.
But no more than five minutes later screeching started up again.
No way, I thought, running to the mud room with designs on ripping the monitor off the wall and ceremoniously depositing it in the trash.
Then I noticed our snow plow driver making just his third visit this winter and started to laugh. Turns out he was triggering not the burglar alarm but a little driveway alarm that give us a heads-up when we have visitors.
