Ghost/Rip by @TorontoArgos DL Folarin Orimolade. @FolarinTheGreat closes space, flashes the inside hand, dips under the blocker’s punch & finishes with the rip for the sack! #passrush #cfl pic.twitter.com/NlkOpy0oB3
— DLineVids (@dlinevids1) June 23, 2023
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A commercial fan site has a story about former Dartmouth receiver Harry Wilson’s impact on his son Russell, the Super Bowl-winning quarterback. The piece could really use an editor's hand but it's still worth a look. (LINK)
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Columbia Roar Lions blogger Jake Novak continues his look at Ivy League football stadiums with a review of the Yale Bowl HERE.
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The New York Post has a story headlined, Radical football helmet design may prevent concussions: Stanford study. Find the piece HERE.
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For all the success Buddy Teevens has had at Dartmouth, I'd still have to say the best coach I ever knew in Hanover was a "futbol" coach named Bobby Clark. Beyond being a marvelously accomplished coach and world-class athlete, he was one of the nicest and most charismatic people I have ever met. Both of those qualities played into his immense success on the pitch.
From a story about the former Scottish national team goalie on the Aberdeen Live website (LINK):
His remarkable success on the touchline across the Pond would see him coach Stanford University and the University of Notre Dame, two of the most prestigious universities in the world, over a 20-year period.
Green Alert Take: Uh, Bobby may have won a national championship at Notre Dame and played for one at Stanford, but it was Dartmouth that he got him his start as a college coach. He would go on to finish 82-42-13 (.646) in nine seasons with the Big Green, winning three Ivy League titles and helping Dartmouth to four consecutive national top-10 finishes. His only losing season at Dartmouth (6-7-1) was his first.
He would go on to finish 71-21-12 (.740) over five years at Stanford and then go 216-93-55 (.669) in 17 seasons at Notre Dame, earning national coach of the year honors in 2013.
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EXTRA POINT
After spending the first hour of yesterday's trip home exploring the scenic back roads of Indiana, we headed to Indiana Dunes National Park, our fifth NP of the trip. The headline on the park’s website is Finding Sand and Solitude and while I’m sure that’s possible, it was the complete opposite for us.
I take that back. Half of it was right.
We found lots of sand, but no solitude after waiting in a hot car for about an hour in a queue to enter the park, only to discover that by mistake we were joining thousands of others on a Lake Michigan beach that is part of the park but well-removed from the beating heart of Indiana Dunes.
After weaving our way through the crowd to touch the water we quickly abandoned ship and went in search of a more traditional National Park experience. That saw us head back to a busy road and eventually land at the Visitor’s Center, which was 15 or so minutes away and not even in the park. There we watched the park film and learned of the many places in the park where you really could find solitude hiking among the dunes.
We ended up pitching our tent last night at a crowded KOA campground in Ypsilanti, Mich., where we discovered that being in the western part of the Eastern Time Zone just days after the Summer Solstice is a kids' delight. It allowed a group of boys to continue a wiffle ball game until 9:45 p.m.
