Can you believe it? August just started and football is already crushing our damn souls. Yesterday, we got some news out of Baltimore Ravens camp about rookie Nico Siragusa and it was not good. It was quite awful, actually!
Incredible. More awful #Ravens news: Rookie G Nico Siragusa tore his ACL, MCL and PCL while running with the 1st team today, sources said.
That is absolutely devastating for Siragusa, who signed a 4-year, $3 million deal in May. Of course, because the NFL is basically the devil, that money is not guaranteed. Fortunately, he did bank a $620,000 signing bonus, so not all is lost. But man. First training camp and this happens?
Get well soon, Nico. We’ll all be pulling for you.
These truly are the dog days of summer for the Alumni Report. Hoops is over, NFL camps haven’t yet begun and our #AztecForLife mayor hasn’t even been publicly humiliated in weeks! What is there to talk about?
Fortunately, we have our trusty SDSU basebros to carry us through.
By any measure, San Diego State men’s golf alum Xander Schauffele had a pretty nice showing at this past weekend’s U.S. Open at Erin Hills. The Aztec For Life and PGA Tour rookie found himself tied for second after the first round, a position I would most certainly fuck up myself. He did not. Through the weekend, Schauffele kept himself in striking distance to potentially win the damn thing.
After narrowly losing out on a PGA Tour card on the 2016 Web.com Tour (presumably Inter.net and InformationSuperhighway.org were already taken), Xander joined fellow Aztecs J.J. Spaun and Scott Piercy on the 2017 PGA tour via his qualifying finish at the Web.com Tour Finals. Would he pull out another last-minute success at the U.S. Open?
Indeed. He finished the tournament tied for 5th, shooting a final round 69 to earn a purse of $420k.
As a women’s studies major at SDSU who played professionally in Europe, Coach Gay will be a great mentor for these young men in both their basketball careers and growth as members of society. He may or may not also force feed them Creatine shakes and spend an unreasonable amount of time on deadlifts. He’s a large man, is what I’m getting at.
The Golden State Warriors want me dead. They tried to kill me through mind-numblingly inept and boring basketball when I was teenager in the Bay Area in the 1990s. Fortunately, I managed to survive those bleak years of Donyell Marshall and Todd Fuller by developing a lifelong apathy toward the NBA.
Naturally, now that I’ve been shaken from my apathy by a San Diego State alumnus achieving superstar status, the Warriors are coming for my ass again.