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Missed this a couple of months back. From the description:
Houston Texans wide receiver Drew Estrada discusses getting his shot in the NFL, his year at Baylor under Dave Aranda, and more.
Estrada, of course, was the Dartmouth Swiss Army Knife who finished his career as a grad transfer at Baylor and then signed with the Houston Texans as an undrafted free agent.
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Estrada is from Argyle, Texas, which gets a few mentions in the video. That's the same town that sent accomplished wide receiver Drew Hunnicutt to Dartmouth the year before Estrada. This fall the Big Green will add yet another promising wide receiver from Argyle.
The latest entry in the Meet the Freshman series introduces us to Grayson O'Bara, a 6-foot-1, 188-pound wide receiver from Guyer High School.
Here's a look at O'Bara in action, although not on the gridiron:
❗️4.38 laser 40 yard dash🚯❗️@kylekeese @DentonGuyer_FB pic.twitter.com/YphwpAF3H4
— Grayson OBara (@GraysonObara) September 20, 2020
Green Alert Take: Not all videos showing college-bound players running the 40 are created equal, but it's clear O'Bara can run.
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A posting in FootballScoop (LINK):
Dartmouth (FCS - NH): Dartmouth College has an immediate quality control opening. This is a full-time position with benefits. Ideal candidates will be highly motivated and detail-oriented, with previous football experience.
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It’s @mikeharrity's first day! He’s joining us as the Haldeman Family Director of Athletics and Recreation with @DartmouthSports. Make sure to say hello when you spot him on campus and help us welcome him to the Big Green family.🌲
— Dartmouth (@dartmouth) July 18, 2022
Get to know Harrity: https://t.co/bWvtp0SYmv pic.twitter.com/l7ocdlHcAS
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EXTRA POINT
Where we lived on the shoulder of Moose Mountain was frequently referred to in real estate listings as "the most scenic road in Hanover." For all the photos I posted in this electric precinct over the years it was easy sometimes to take the views for granted.
We've lived on our Vermont hillside for three years now and the views are just as grand, and I find it hard to believe I'll be taking taking the natural beauty of Vermont for granted anytime soon. But if I am tempted I need only to think about the license plates I see on my five-minute drive back and forth to my favorite hiking trail.
The other day I spotted plates from the District of Columbia at an old farmhouse used by escapees from the city as a weekend retreat. This morning I saw plates from Massachusetts on a car parked across the dirt road from the house. There are Connecticut plates on a Sprinter van that has come up for a couple of weekends this summer to camp out on land the family bought at the top of our hill with intentions to build there at some point. Another little cabin has a car with Maryland plates that shows up a few times each year.
When we moved here someone stopped by with a welcome basket that included a "friends and neighbors" directory. Paging through it shows neighbors who spend part of the year here and the rest of it in California, Florida, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New York City, Ohio and Oregon another other places. Our closest neighbor lives most of the year on Cape Cod.
This may be where we live year 'round, but it turns out our pretty little corner of the Green Mountain State is a vacationland for a surprising number of people. But maybe it shouldn't be surprising.
