Archive For The “Recruiting” Category
Signing day is here!
I’ll be updating/live-blogging signing day with information on each recruit as fast as I can type them in.
These guys are all confirmed!
Get up. It’s signing day!
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Only one thing can really make a Mountain Hawk fan smile during the offseason, and that’s news about the latest Lehigh football commits for the class of 2020.
Fortunately for you (and me), some of the best fans of any sport have created an unofficial list of Lehigh football recruits.
Legendary fans Rich Heelan and Todd Cuddington have made a master spreadsheet of recruits. With the very big caveat that all of these names are unofficial until the letters of intent are signed, I will be taking the names from their master list and making my own spreadsheet of names for you, dear Reader, to peruse.
Below the flip are two spreadsheets, and some links to get you excited about the incoming class.
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It’s the most wonderful time of the year, according to my radio.
Although it can’t possibly be the most wonderful time of the year, since there’s no Lehigh football or Patriot League football teams playing right now, I suppose the next best thing – recruiting period for the next four years of Lehigh football – is in full swing.
My thoughts for Santa pretty much involve the players I think Lehigh needs in the upcoming years, so, as I do every year, here’s what I would like Santa to leave under head coach Andy Coen’s tree this season.
(No lumps of coal, hopefully.)
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The businesswoman who looked suspiciously like Nicki Minaj was packing her suitcase.
Art sighed, again.
“We’re done here,” the businesswoman said. We can stop the work. Fordham’s won. Head coach Joe Moorhead won the Patriot League last year, the Patsy Points this year, and, for all we know, has won the annual Patriot League head coaching marble championship, too.”
“THIS IS A JOB WE NEED TO DO TO THE FINISH,” Art said ominously. One more squad, one more final revision, and we’re done for another year. Coach Moorhead certainly seems like he has a lot of marbles in his pocket, but we need to figure out exactly how many.”
“All I know is I’m fairly certain you’ll find something bad to say about THIS class too,” the businesswoman said.
“You know me well,” Art said.
The businesswoman who looked suspiciously like Nicki Minaj broke out the pink champale, something that made Art very angry.
“What the eff… are you doing?” he angrily asked.
“Aren’t we done?” she said, almost levitating off the ground.
“NO!” Art said. “There are two teams left to do. I know these have been a grind – and it’s taken us an unnaturally long time to do these – but there’s really only two left.”
Art looked at the spreadsheets again, his eyes uncomfortably glancing at the bottom drawer where he knew the Corvousier was kept.
“Two more,” he said as much to himself as he did the businesswoman with the champale. “Two more, then we can get to our summer plans.”
The businesswoman sighed. “Bucknell,” she said.
“Yes, Bucknell,” Art said. “The surprise of 2014, the team that was one play away from knocking off the eventual champions. While they won’t be anyone’s surprise team in 2015, what is a bit of a surprise is their overall Patsy Rating. It’s been their best in a while. A… LONG… while.”
When Georgetown’s envelope appeared at the Committee’s relatively empty offices, the businesswoman who looked suspiciously like Nicki Minaj was shocked.
That’s because the envelope looked like someone had stuffed a copy of War and Peace inside of it.
“There’s no question that this is unusual,” Art told her. “I remember the days when the Battleship Grey’s entire recruiting class was released late on a Friday afternoon in May, with all the corroborating information on the class contained on a 3×5 index card. This is…. different.”
The businesswoman nodded. “I honestly wasn’t counting on needing to do this much work with Georgetown’s class,” she said. “Looks like we’re going to have to put on another cup of nasty coffee. And don’t cross me.”
“Huh?” Art said.
“You know,” the businesswoman said. “I was thinking that I was just going to put Georgetown last in the rankings before I even did them. I’m thinking now that they’re going to be one of the best classes in this year’s Patsy Ratings.”
“I agree,” Art said. “Do we have to do the breakfast defector thing again, or can we charge a new round of pulled pork sandwiches to the Committee’s account again?”
Art nervously looked around the greenhouse, his hawking glove frozen in place as the hark glanced at it.
“Cripes,” the businesswoman who looked suspiciously like Nicki Minaj said. We’ve been up all night doing these Patsy Ratings, and it feels like all we’re doing is making the same mixtape over and over.”
“Keep Drake out of this,” Art said.
The businesswoman looked at Art askance, and then continued. “Who’s next?
“Lehigh,” a disgusted Art said.
“That explains the protective gear,” the businesswoman said. “Is it really that bad?
“No,” Art sighed, “it’s actually quite good. The best, according to the Patsy Ratings? I don’t think so. But good? Yes. Yes, it is.”
The knock on the door of the Committee’s fortieth floor offices came in early February.
Coming to the door was a short, silver-haired man named Art, holding a vacuum cleaner in one hand and tape of Bucknell’s thrilling win over Kansas in the NCAA men’s basketball tournament in the other. Even though he had been working for about an hour, it looked like he actually was sleeping in the office.
“Yes?” he said to the raven-haired office person who looked uncannily like Nicki Minaj.
“I got all of the numbers,” she said, “all of them this time. No calling me back for weeks waiting for Georgetown to get them all in. They’re all here. Linebackers, kickers, wideouts. All the names are here. So you can get to work right now on all of this.”
“You must be mistaken, Nicki.. I mean, lady,” Art said. “I’m just the guy who sweeps up in the Committee’s offices. I haven’t seen any of the Committee members since they were on that three-week bender in the Bronx and then went boozing and skiing in the Granite State. I think they still may still be up there.”
“Just get to work in it,” she said, her straight, long black hair waving a little as she dropped the paperwork on the desk that still smelled like Courvoisier.
It was then Art realized how much trouble he was in.
Somewhere, a dog barked.
The 2014 season is over, and recruiting has been very much underway for the Lehigh football program.
If you mosey on over to the Lehigh Sports Forum, you can get a list of all the unofficial recruits that head coach Andy Coen and the rest of the coaching staff appear to have secured commitments for the class of 2019.
I always look at the Lehigh football program’s recruiting season as a list to Santa. If I was running the program, what would I want to see under Lehigh’s tree?
In order to do that, we need to see what Lehigh has coming back in 2015, and what we need for the future, and what better place to get that than some of the biggest fans of the program?
(And you don’t even need to work on your ground game to do it.)
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In the distance, a lawnmower is heard on a bright, sunny day at Committee headquarters. The caps and gowns from graduations across the East coast are hung up on the hooks at the door. Half-empty bottles of scotch, and a few Yuengling bottles, litter the conference room table.
A knock is heard at the door. A Committee member gets up from a pizza and beer-induced coma, and answers the door.
“Package from Georgetown,” the UPS guy says.
The Committee member signs for the envelope, and opens it up. It’s the complete list of recruits for Georgetown’s Class of 2018, complete with a plush stuffed Hoya.
“Ah yes,” the Committee member mutters to himself. “It’s May, and it’s about the time that both Hoya football fans turn their attention to recruiting.”
