Friday, March 25, 2022

More From The Glory Days Of The Ivy League

Another slow day in the Dartmouth/Ivy League footballsphere, another day of digging for something of interest. Following up on the recent postings about how Dartmouth has fared historically against schools that were at the FBS and DIII levels, here is how each Ivy school has fared against those divisions courtesy of the now defunct College Football Warehouse.

IVY LEAGUE AGAINST FBS SCHOOLS


W

L

T

Pct

Princeton

107

41

13

.705

Yale

121

61

12

.651

Harvard

66

38

9

.623

Dartmouth

41

28

4

.589

Cornell

63

46

3

.576

Brown 

28

28

3

.500

Penn

107

108

3

.498

Columbia

57

72

13

.447


IVY LEAGUE AGAINST DIII SCHOOLS


W

L

T

Pct

Yale

241

3

5

.978

Harvard

253

12

1

.953

Princeton

100

5

4

.936

Penn

114

10

2

.913

Dartmouth

196

25

13

.865

Cornell

116

21

9

.825

Brown 

136

35

7

.784

Columbia

108

32

14

.747


I know what you are thinking. Yale played 249 games against teams now in DIII. Who beat them?

Turns out Washington & Jefferson handed the Elis two of those losses.

In Yale's defense, W&J was considered a "major" when it beat Yale by a 13-7 score in 1914, and but for a 10-9 loss at Harvard would have been undefeated and may well have been recognized as the national champion. And for what it's worth, the previous year W&J was 10-0-1 with the only mar on the schedule a scoreless tie against . . . yup . . . Yale. The team that would be given the nickname Presidents several years later outscored its opponents that fall, 360-13.

The third DIII Yale loss? That was against Rochester.

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EXTRA POINT
Like a lot of you, I have a love-hate relationship with the internet.

I love the fact that it allows me to do BGA Premium (and except for days like today BGA Daily), but really hate what it has done to newspapers given the role people getting their news from social media and 24-hour "news" cycle have played in dividing our country.

Here's another reason I love it.

I woke up this morning with the foreign-sounding words "schwabish alb" circling through my brain. I imagine that must have been part of a dream I had, but I have not the slightest recollection of any such dream.

Anyway, after walking Griff the Wonder Dog I pulled up the internet and typed in schwabish alb, spelling whatever it was as phonetically as I could. I knew it was something related to the area where I grew up, but I couldn't for the life of me remember what. I thought it might have been a German-American social organization, possibly a group home or maybe a swim club.

My phonetic spelling notwithstanding, my search informed me that Schwaebische Alb, in addition to being a German mountain range, was the name of the long-since closed German-themed restaurant on a little lake not far from my old hometown. It would have bothered me all day if I hadn't been able to dig that up and I might have had to call my sister or brother to see if they remembered.

(My search also turned up a menu showing that when I was a kid you could get a Wiener Schnitzel dinner at Schwaebische Alb for $3.75 and add an apple strudel for desert for the princely sum of 45¢.)

Yeah, I love the internet. No, wait. I hate the internet.