Dartmouth athletics has a presentation about the school's new indoor practice facility – the only permanent building of its kind in the Ivy League – and you can access it by clicking the graphic below or HERE:
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Embedded in the presentation is the following video of football players using the facility, which you may have seen in this space before:
Green Alert Take: The Indoor Practice Facility (IPF) nickname and the less-than-catchy abbreviation aren't intended to be permanent, of course. They are simply placeholders until the next Leverone (Field House), or Berry (Center) or Boss (Tennis Center) comes along. If you've been following along, you know I have been pushing for folks to refer to the building as The Green House, or perhaps The Woodshed.
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Longest Punts in Dartmouth History
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Yards |
Name |
Opponent |
Year |
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83 |
Jay Bennett |
Massachusetts |
1970 |
|
73 |
Alex Ware |
Columbia |
2001 |
|
72 |
Gene Howard |
Harvard |
1951 |
|
71 |
Wayne Schlobohm |
Penn |
1998 |
|
68 |
Jack Kinderdine |
Holy Cross |
1960 |
|
68 |
Wayne Schlobohm |
Yale |
1996 |
|
66 |
Wayne Schlobohm |
Yale |
1996 |
|
62 |
Rob Hibbard |
Lehigh |
1988 |
|
62 |
Brian Scullin |
Cornell |
2008 |
|
61 |
Steve Terrell |
Princeton |
1977 |
|
61 |
Larry Margerum |
Brown |
1979 |
|
61 |
Barry Pizor |
Massachusetts |
1981 |
|
61 |
Daniel Barstein |
Columbia |
2010 |
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EXTRA POINT
After dragging Mrs. BGA for a hike up the mountain yesterday we left the snow and cold far behind by tuning in to the AT&T Pebble Beach Pro-Am from the Monterey Peninsula. Long before I ever set foot on anything other than a miniature golf course I would watch the "Big Crosby Clambake" as a kid and marvel at the emerald green grass, the sparkling blue ocean and all the people in the gallery wearing brightly colored golf shirts instead of drab winter coats, hats, gloves and scarves.
After dragging Mrs. BGA for a hike up the mountain yesterday we left the snow and cold far behind by tuning in to the AT&T Pebble Beach Pro-Am from the Monterey Peninsula. Long before I ever set foot on anything other than a miniature golf course I would watch the "Big Crosby Clambake" as a kid and marvel at the emerald green grass, the sparkling blue ocean and all the people in the gallery wearing brightly colored golf shirts instead of drab winter coats, hats, gloves and scarves.
On my second cross-country bicycle trip I rode up the Pacific Coast Highway and at Carmel-by-the-Sea wandered a few blocks down Ocean Avenue to get a cold drink and look around. To this day I regret not taking the time to ride the famed 17-Mile Drive and check out the Lone Cypress – but when you've got around 3,000 miles of pedaling ahead of you the idea of adding even a few miles to the trip isn't nearly as appealing as it would be all these years later.
