Dartmouth is either going to be tied for the league lead or two games back after this game is over. Those are high stakes.
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In the Valley News preview Dartmouth coach Buddy Teevens says basically the same thing HERE:
“One loss (in the) league, it’s tough. Two, probably kiss (the championship) goodbye. So they know what’s on the line; certainly Princeton knows what’s on the line,”
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The lead in a story out of Princeton (LINK):
Head coach Bob Surace has led the Princeton football team for the last 12 years, and he has experienced as many thrills as any leader of this program since the first half of the 20th century.
Ivy League championships? Check. Multiple nationally ranked teams? Check. NFL-bound players? Check. The elusive perfect season? Check.
A pleasant ride home from Dartmouth? That box remains painfully empty.
That story includes this:
The two head coaches in this game, Princeton's Bob Surace and Dartmouth's Buddy Teevens, are the only two men to have ever won an Ivy League title as both a player and a head coach. Surace was an All-Ivy League center on the 1989 championship team, and he was the head coach of the 2013, 2016 and 2018 Ivy champions.
Actually, they are the only active Ivy League coaches to accomplish the feat. Jake Crouthamel won a title as a Big Green running back on the 1958 team and coached Dartmouth to the 1971, '72 and '73 championships.
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The Princeton game notes are now available HERE.
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Don't have ESPNU to watch tonight? You can listen to Brett Franklin and Wayne Young make the radio call HERE. If you would prefer to listen to Brett and Wayne WHILE watching the game, there are instructions on how to pull that off HERE.
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EXTRA POINT
I don't know if this counts as muscle memory or not, but after I dropped Mrs. BGA off at the park and ride this morning to catch the free shuttle to Hanover I had to cross a one-lane bridge on my way home. I got to the bridge a couple of seconds before a car coming the other way arrived and the driver pulled over and waited for me to pass before taking his turn on the bridge. As I do every time that happens, when I got to the other side of the bridge, I waved a thank you to the other driver.
Not until a couple of seconds later did start to chuckle. It was still pitch black outside and equally dark in my car. There is absolutely no way for the other driver to have seen my wave. It was automatic.
It used to be the same thing pulling out of or driveway on the shoulder of Moose Mountain and is the same here now on our Vermont hillside. There might be a car passing by one time out of every 20 or 30 times I leave the driveway – at most – and yet my hand automatically goes to the blinker to turn it on.
