Ocean City Theatre Company Artistic Director Michael Hartman leads Ocean City Intermediate School fifth-graders through the opening number of “Kiss Me, Kate” in a new after-school drama club. A ragtag group of fifth-graders lines up on the stage at the Ocean City Intermediate School.Then the mostly unlikely of things starts to happen. With some highly technical instruction — “Your right foot is pretty chill” and “Your line moves a little bit like a Tetris block” … and arm positions pointing to the map coordinates of “Philly, Boston and BaltimiMO’ ” — the group moves through the choreography of the opening number of Cole Porter’s Broadway musical “Kiss Me, Kate.”And it doesn’t look half bad — even on just the second day of practice. The simple instructions and visual cues are clearly working.The after-school activity is part of a new drama class sponsored with financial support from the Sea Isle City Board of Education and taught by members of the Ocean City Theatre Company, including Artistic Director Michael Hartman.The free extracurricular activity exposes students to theater games, musical theater, improvisational activities, basic stage directions, creative writing, imagination activities, skits, readers’ theater and more. The week-long sessions end with informal showcases for families and friends.The first session ran last week for fifth-graders in the Ocean City School District. Three more session are as follows:Session Two — 3rd Grade: January 12 – 16, 2015; 3:30 to 4:30 p.m. with the informal showcase on Jan. 16, 2015, 4:30 to 5 p.m.Session Three — 4th Grade: February 23 – 27, 2015; 2:30 to 3:30 p.m. with the informal showcase on Feb. 27, 2015, 3:30– 4 p.m.Session Four —2nd Grade: March 16-20, 2015; 3:30 – 4:30 p.m. with the informal showcase on March 20, 2015, 4:30 to 5 p.m.This program is designed for students with no experience in theater or for children who already have a passion for the stage, according to Hartman.Students interested in participating can sign up in their school’s main office. For more information on OCTC, visit http://oceancitytheatrecompany.com/.
Addo Food Group has donated more than 187,000 meals to good causes since teaming up with food distribution charity FareShare a year ago.Under the scheme, surplus food from Addo’s three sites – Riverside Bakery, Poole Bakery and Dorset Foods – is collected and redistributed to local charities providing meals for vulnerable people.Over the past 12 months, the chilled savoury pastry provider has given away more than 78 tonnes of food that has been supplied to community and neighbourhood centres that provide free meals for families and older people.“Supporting local communities and giving back to good causes in the areas where our staff live, and work is extremely important to the business as a whole,” said Kim Burgess, head of markets at Addo Food Group.“Working with FareShare has allowed us to help many people already, but we’re not stopping here. After a successful first year, we’re exploring new ways in which we can work together to help those that need it the most. We urge other businesses like us to join us in supporting FareShare. Together we can make a real difference to people living in food poverty.”Lindsay Boswell, FareShare CEO, added: “Addo Food Group continues to be a shining example of a manufacturing business which is giving back to the community.“Our relationship so far has benefited so many people and I want to thank them for their ongoing support and look forward to continuing our work in 2018.”
I went homeless for three days around Christmas. It was an artificial homelessness, because I knew that after 72 hours I could go back to a warm bed and a fridge full of food. But the people I met — and the misery they experience — were very real. They were not the lazy alcoholics and drug addicts I’d assumed them to be. They were ordinary people looking desperately for jobs and finding none. Many have kids they call from payphones. All were ashamed of their situation.Homeless people are the ultimate endurance athletes and outdoor adventurists, I realized. They hike for miles every day and camp out under the stars each night. They can start a campfire with a single match and a few twigs, and they can forage for food and wild edibles better than most mushroom-gathering hippies. They are thru-hikers without a Katahdin, trudging daily through rain and snow in search of their next meal or job interview.I decided to go homeless because I wanted to feel human again. For a few days, I wanted to close the widening gap between rich and poor, suburbanite and street dweller. Wealthy Americans consume over half of the world’s resources, while one billion people starve. Within our own borders, one in 200 Americans sleep on the streets or in shelters each night, and nearly 20 percent of Americans go hungry. Most of them are children.For too long, I’d rationalized away these kinds of statistics: they need to get jobs and make better choices, I figured. It wasn’t until I spent three days on the streets that I realized the hollowness of my rationalizations. These facts have faces. These people are human beings, just like me. Many of them were born into their situation, through no fault of their own.The least I could do was step inside their worn, slip-shod shoes for a few days.Beggar at the palace gatesOn a frosty December morning, I stepped out of my suburban house with absolutely nothing in my stomach or my pockets. I tried hitching a ride into town, but no takers. So I hiked into town. By the time I arrived in Asheville, I was already feeling the first grumbles of hunger.Biltmore Village — a stone’s throw from the Biltmore Estate, the most magnificent mansion in the East — seemed as good a place as any to beg for money. I found a piece of wet cardboard in a dumpster and borrowed a marker from the drive-thru manager at Arby’s. Then I hastily wrote in blue capital letters: NEED FOOD, WILL WORK.For the next three hours, I stood on the median beside the turn lanes to Biltmore Estate. Scowling motorists filled the far turn lane, sometimes even waiting through an extra light cycle to avoid idling in the turn lane nearest me. They stared at the stoplight, or fiddled with the radio, or talked on their cell phone.I avoided eye contact, too. I’d never felt so utterly ashamed and humiliated. I fixed my eyes on a wad of chewing gum stuck to the pavement, while passing drivers threw insults and cigarette butts out the car window: “Get a fucking job!” “Filth!” “Come paint my house, asshole!” Exhaust and hunger were making me dizzy.Two people handed me dollar bills, and one girl poured a fistful of change into my hands. By dusk, I’d scraped up $4.48, an orange slice, and potato chips from “Jesus.” Then, as I was about to leave, a woman rolled down her window and handed me a big container of black bean soup she’d bought down the street.“This was going to be my dinner,” she said. “I’ll keep you in my thoughts.” She smiled and drove on.After devouring potato chips smothered in black beans, I hiked downtown. Outside a laundromat that advertised, “American flags dry-cleaned for free,” a homeless man was carrying a heaping pile of wet clothes and blankets.“Hey, buddy,” he said to me. “Can you dry these for me?”“I don’t have a dryer. I’m homeless, too.”“Well shit.” He dropped the damp clothes in the parking lot. “I paid every penny I had to have these things washed, but the manager there wouldn’t dry them for me.”I talked for a few minutes to the homeless man, a Vietnam vet who sleeps regularly beneath a bridge on Tunnel Road.“Pretty patriotic, eh?” he laughed, nodding at the sign. “They’ll wash flags for free but won’t dry-clean a homeless vet’s blankets.” I handed him one of my crumpled dollars.It was dark. I passed panhandlers and prostitutes beneath an interstate bridge. Down to $3.48, I began planning how I’d spend my money the next day. Three bean burritos at Taco Bell? Breadsticks at Pizza Hut?Finally, I curled up on a bench near Pack Place and tried to sleep. I was sniffling and coughing — the first signs of a cold coming on. Music from downtown bars floated through the night air. Shivering and nearly frozen by midnight, I snuck into the bathroom of a late-night pizza parlor, where I warmed my body and refilled my scavenged plastic soda bottle with tap water. Then I foraged through their dumpster looking for leftover slices. No luck.On the park bench, I huddled into an egg — pulling my jacket over my knees — and tried to sleep again. A homeless woman who called herself Sister Marie squatted beside me for a few minutes to chat, and later a dreadlocked derelict woke me hoping to bum a few cigarettes. Then, around 4 a.m., a cop flashed his blue lights, and I hightailed it down the street. For the next few hours, I wandered zombie-like around town, watching newspapermen fill bins and joggers shuffle beneath streetlights.Help not wantedLater that morning, I decided to take the advice of passing motorists and Get a Job. I visited over a dozen fast-food restaurants and grocery stores to ask for work. Every one of the conversations went something like this:“Hi, I’m temporarily homeless and I’m looking for work. I’ll clean toilets, mop floors, haul boxes — whatever needs to be done.”“Sorry, pal. We can’t pay you for a few hours work unless we hire you, and we don’t have anything open right now. Plus you’re a liability risk.”I was angry and frustrated. But really, who could blame them? Why hire an unshaven homeless guy with body odor? I didn’t even have a permanent address. And managers feared if they helped me, pretty soon I’d start bringing my homeless friends to beg for jobs, harass customers, and hang around the store.Around noon, I spent my $3.48 buying a box of Cheerios and a quart of milk from Ingles. I also stole a plastic spoon and styrofoam bowl from the store’s salad bar. After slurping down three bowls of cereal, I kept the leftover Cheerios in my pocket, rationing out a handful per hour.Jobless and penniless, I hiked back into town. I plopped down near the library and scoured the classifieds of every free newspaper I could find. Reading was a pleasant distraction that kept my mind off food and cold.But as the day wore on, the immediacy of homelessness crept back in. Where would I sleep tonight? Where will I get food? I couldn’t think past my next meal, and it was starting to wear on me. How could I look for jobs when I still needed to find tonight’s food and shelter?My supply of Cheerios was nearly depleted, and rain clouds started to gather overhead. I put down my newspapers and wandered first to the Salvation Army Shelter — filled — and then to Asheville-Buncombe Christian Ministry’s Shelter — closed for the evening. I wiped my nose on my shirtsleeve. Cold rain drizzled down.Shelter from the stormTo stay warm, I walked laps around downtown, passing yuppies in coffee shops sipping lattes and discussing the college bowl championship series. That used to be me, I thought to myself.At 5 p.m., I’d read in one of the free newspapers, a nonprofit was serving free meals to the homeless. I arrived early and waited in line with about 50 other homeless folks. Ahead of me, two guys talked about homeless shelters they’d stayed in while hitchhiking.“Juneau, Alaska, has the greatest shelter, man. I show up — BOOM — they give me a hot meal that evening, no questions asked. The next day, I go to their employment office — BOOM — three job leads, plus tokens for the bus to get around town.”“It ain’t like that here,” the other guy said to Boom-er. “Asheville shelters are overcrowded, and job leads are pretty hard to come by. Shit, I spent all day walking from the mall to the bus station applying for jobs — and all of them were already filled by the time I got there.”I wolfed down three veggie burgers with soy cheese and tofu mayo. When it started raining again — harder this time — Boomer’s buddy directed me to another shelter. By the time I arrived, a line stretched all the way around the building. I waited in line behind a middle-aged man wearing a dirty brown suit. He had been laid off two months ago and hadn’t been able to find work. Ahead of him stood a school boy from Honduras, a woman wearing make-up and carrying a Gucci purse, a guy (I think) with long frizzy hair dressed in a tight white Elvis one-piece, and a tubby man with a voice like Fat Albert. This was raw humanity, colorful and diverse — and desperate.We filed into a makeshift chapel with a lopsided wooden cross, threadbare carpet, and a few folding metal chairs. It smelled like dried vomit. I sat on the floor beside a shaggy-bearded carpenter named Nelson, who had a swollen left hand streaked with red marks.“Snake bite,” he explained.Last week, while sleeping beside the French Broad, a black watersnake had curled up beside his blanket to stay warm. When Nelson reached for his vodka bottle in the middle of the night, the snake coiled around his arm and bit him.“I killed that snake,” he said. “Skinned ‘em and ‘ate em too.”Nelson’s parents had died when he was 16, I learned later. He’d gone to college but couldn’t find a job after graduating. With nowhere to go and no family to help him out, he had been in and out of shelters for the past four years.“Here’s my family, right here,” Nelson said, gesturing at the 70 homeless men and women milling around the mission.Everyone staying at the mission was required to attend an hour-long chapel service. Nelson muttered through the missionary’s sermon, which was about becoming a follower of Jesus in this “very special time” of the year.“It sure as hell ain’t special for us,” Nelson mumbled under his breath. “The only thing we can look forward to around Christmas is more people crowding into shelters to escape the cold weather.”After the service, women and children were transported to another building to sleep, while the men bedded down on the chapel floor. I was crammed between Fat Albert and a homeless chef named Paul. Both stayed up until 2 a.m. talking over me.“Man, there are a helluva lot of drugs in Asheville,” Fat Albert said, shaking his head. “Deals goin’ down in the library, in the Waffle House bathroom. But man, I’m not sellin’ no more. I’ve seen some pretty wicked shit go down lately. I’m done with it. Tryin’ to turn things around, you know.”“I hear you, man,” said Paul the chef. “I’ve only been here a few days. You find a job anywhere?”“Naw. But they’re hiring at the Days Inn downtown and some hotels out near the mall. I didn’t have no luck there, but maybe you might.”“I’ve been looking everywhere, man. Today, I go to Denny’s and say, ‘Let me cook for one hour. If you don’t like what you see, send me away without pay. Just give me a chance.’ Manager said he already had enough cooks.”Then, after a long silence, Paul said, “I’m trying not to get depressed about it all.” Finally he rolled over and stared at the ceiling.I couldn’t sleep, either. My head was throbbing, my throat was sore, and every time I lay flat, my sinuses got completely clogged. Sleeping in a windowless room with 70 other sweaty, smelly, snoring men didn’t help, nor did the television blaring in the hall. But at least I was warm and dry. Wind and rain lashed against the building all night.In the morning, the mission provided beat-up boxes of Frosted Flakes and milk past the expiration date. I didn’t care — it was food, and it was filling. After breakfast, I stumbled groggily out onto the wet streets, hacking up phlegm the whole way home. Cars honked, people stared, parents whispered to their children as I passed. Neighbors glared at the muddy bum trudging along their well-groomed street. These were the same neighbors that used to smile and wave at me on my morning runs.I didn’t care anymore. Nothing mattered except making it home. I had no money left, and I was too tired to stand on the corner with a cardboard sign. When it started raining again, I swiped a plastic trash bag from the McDonalds bathroom, poked holes for my head and arms, and wore it like a long smock.Later that afternoon, I stumbled home and fell into bed. When I woke up seven hours later, I was still wearing a plastic bag and waterlogged shoes. I looked out the window at blinking Christmas lights, and then closed my eyes again. I counted sheep – and blessings.
#453788094 / gettyimages.com Protests erupted immediately after Brown’s shooting, sometimes leading to violent clashes with police. There have also been several cases of people looting local businesses and destroying property, which has been condemned by authorities and outspoken protesters who say the majority of demonstrators have acted peacefully.According to the poll, 70 percent of blacks say police departments around the country do a poor job holding officers accountable for misconduct. Whites aren’t giving police positives grades in that category, either: Only 37 percent said police departments do an excellent or good job holding cops accountable for misconduct.“The survey finds little change since 2009 in public confidence in local police departments to do a good job enforcing the law, to avoid using excessive force against suspects and to treat blacks and whites equally,” according to Pew Research Center. “Currently, 39 percent say they have a great deal of confidence in police officers locally to do a good job enforcing the law; 36 percent say they have a fair amount of confidence.” #453995866 / gettyimages.com Sign up for our COVID-19 newsletter to stay up-to-date on the latest coronavirus news throughout New York Both whites and blacks don’t think police departments do enough to hold cops accountable for misconduct, according to a new poll released this week.The Pew Research Center/USA Today poll, however, found a significant racial divide: 72 percent of whites compared with 36 percent of blacks said they have a fair amount of confidence in local cops to treat blacks and whites equally, and 74 percent of whites versus 36 percent of blacks have a great deal or fair amount of confidence in police officers to refrain from using excessive force on suspects.The poll, conducted August 20-24, comes amid heightened tension locally and nationally regarding the relationship between the police and black communities after an NYPD officer was seen on video wrapping a Staten Island man in a prohibited chokehold, which caused his death (Eric Garner’s various maladies were contributing factors in his death), and the shooting in Ferguson, Mo. in which an unarmed black teenager was shot and killed by a white police officer. Unlike the incident involving the NYPD officer, video documenting Michael Brown’s encounter with the Ferguson police officer on August 9 has yet to emerge, and there have been conflicting statements from witnesses who say they saw the fatal shooting unfold.Neither officer has been charged, but grand juries empanelled in both Staten Island and Ferguson will decide if either officer should be prosecuted. Douglas Mayers, president of the Freeport/Roosevelt NAACP chapter, said what’s happening in Ferguson is similar to what occurs between police and the black community on Long Island.“The black man should be respected just as much as the white man in this country,” he said, adding that, too often, blacks are treated differently than whites in communities like Freeport. “This is 2014 not the 1950s or 1960s.”Mayers is not confident that protests in Ferguson will translate to better relations with police.“It might, but I doubt it very much,” he said, referencing the beating of Rodney King in California and comments made by a St. Louis police officer who was seen on video bragging about killing people and calling President Obama an “illegal alien.” He was suspended after the video became public.Nassau Police Benevolent Association President James Carver told the Press that the “overwhelming majority of police officers here are of great conduct and the time that there are discipline, it’s mostly internal stuff,” not criminal.As for the incident involving Brown and Ferguson police officer Darren Wilson, Carver said the public should wait for all the facts to emerge. In June, a Nassau police officer was allegedly caught on video beating a 20-year-old man thought to be in possession of drugs. Prosecutors later dropped all charges against Kyle Howell and indicted the officer, Vincent LoGiudice, on assault charges.Carver criticized prosecutors and said the grand jury wasn’t given all the facts.“I believe that the police officers…are entitled to a fair investigation, not a rush to judgement, and not a political investigation,” he said. “Our job is a tough job, we make split-second decisions that will be Monday-morning quarterbacked forever.”“A lot of it is driven by the media sensationalizing what’s going on and trying to get higher ratings than the next guys,” he added.Another issue that has arisen from the Ferguson protests has been the militarization nationwide of police departments, which have been outfitted with military gear and weapons with the help of the Department of Defense.“The public has concerns over police departments’ use of military equipment and weaponry,” the Pew Research Center poll found. Fifty-four percent of Americans polled said they have a “great deal or fair amount” of confidence in police departments to appropriately use equipment and weapons compared with 44 percent who disagreed.Despite differing views when it comes to police, 64 percent of blacks and three-quarters of whites said the two races get along pretty well.The poll also found that Democrats are much more critical of police than Republicans.
19SHARESShareShareSharePrintMailGooglePinterestDiggRedditStumbleuponDeliciousBufferTumblr by: Anthony DemangoneThe best part of attending a conference is that you get pushed outside of your comfort zone.NAFCU’s closing keynote speaker did just that. Captain Mike Abrashoff spent 60 minutes teaching us about leadership.When he took over his ship, it was one of the worst in the Pacific Fleet. He knew he had a problem – he couldn’t change the pay, the people, the technology or the benefits. The only variable that he could control was his interactions with his crew.Hour by hour, and day by day, he built trust, communication and ownership. Every decision, he would ask himself – what is best for my crew. He treated all with respect. He treated all with dignity. He listened. In installed a state-of-the-art sound system so they could listen to music as the sun set.He turned the ship around. continue reading »
Global footballers’ union FIFPro has suspended the Ivory Coast Footballers Association (AFI) for failing to endorse Didier Drogba’s bid to head the country’s football federation. In a letter dated Thursday and addressed to the president of the AFI Cyrille Domoraud, FIFPro said it was suspending his organisation “with immediate effect.” The letter said that this “exceptional intervention” was motivated by “extreme urgency”. The AFI decided last week to not sponsor Drogba to run for the presidency of the Ivorian federation (FIF) in the September 5 election and instead backed Idriss Diallo, the current FIF vice-president.Advertisement Loading… Candidates need an endorsement from one of five Ivorian football organisations to enter the presidential race. With only the association of medical staff yet to announce their endorsement, the former Chelsea and Marseille striker does not have a sponsor. In its scathing letter, FIFPro attacked what it called the “iniquitous decision” of the AFI saying it is likely “to have a negative impact, in the Ivory Coast and beyond, on the defence of footballers, the chief objective of FIFPro and its members”. “Your decision shows a flagrant omission of this obligation and a total lack of consideration for your members,” the letter continued. Read Also: PSG star goes on crutches as Champions League loomsFIFPro said the choice “is the result of various serious statutory breaches committed by the AFI in recent years” and had failed to take into account the “strictly democratic expression of the will of Ivorian footballers.”“The suspension means that the AFI immediately loses all its rights as a FIFPro member, and in particular its rights to income,” it said.FacebookTwitterWhatsAppEmail分享 Promoted Content8 Ways Drones Will Automate Our Future11 Most Immersive Game To Play On Your Table Top20 Celebs With Surprising Hidden Talents And Skills9 Facts You Should Know Before Getting A TattooPretty Awesome Shows That Just Got CanceledThe Great Wall Of China: The Hidden StoryThe Highest Paid Football Players In The World7 Gadgets & Inventions That Could Save Our Planet6 Most Unforgettable Bridges In The WorldTop 10 Enemies Turned Friends in TV6 Unforgettable Shows From The 90s That Need To Make A Comeback7 Black Hole Facts That Will Change Your View Of The Universe
Rising England stars Mason Greenwood and Phil Foden face the axe from Gareth Southgate after footage emerged of them with women in a team hotel in Iceland.The incident is alleged to have happened in Reykjavik, following England’s 1-0 win in the Nations League group game. The duo both made their Three Lions debuts – but could now be sent home if the allegations prove correct after breaking strict COVID-19 guidelines surrounding the England squad and team staff.Players have been given strict guidelines to ensure COVID safety – and the short video – which has been published by Icelandic outlet DV – appears to show Greenwood and Foden relaxing in their England leisure wear, ignoring those protocols if they had guests in the room at the time.The pair’s conduct in having two girls back in the room may have contravened the FA’s behavioural rules for players whilst on international duty for potentially breaking the COVID quarantine.The FA have still to comment on the matter.Neither trained with the rest of the squad on Monday morning ahead of Tuesday’s Nations League game against Denmark in Copenhagen. The England team flew to Iceland on Friday and had remained in a strict social bubble.No players were allowed to have their families in the hotel.The squad had been exempt from Iceland’s five-day quarantine rules due to them having been together in isolation at St George’s Park before leaving England.According to the terms of the exemption, the players were not to meet anyone outside of their own team members and were only allowed to go to practices and games.It is not known if Southgate allowed his players to have some downtime following the win in Reykjavik. The girls in question revealed their visit to the England hotel on social media late last night.When contacted about the incident, both women refused to comment, only saying: “We do not want to discuss this. We don’t want to get them in trouble.”The fresh allegation is a potential blow to Southgate, coming less than three weeks after Harry Maguire was arrested in Mykonos following a drunken brawl with police and found guilty in a Greek court of aggravated assault and attempting to bribe officers.Southgate was forced to axe Maguire from his squad and the Manchester United captain has appealed the conviction and awaiting a new trial date.RelatedPosts Schools Resumption: Oyo warns public schools against non-compliance Edo Election: European Centre decries non-compliance with COVID-19 protocols Edo 2020: Voters observe social distancing, use of face masks During lockdown due to COVID-19, fellow England teammate Kyle Walker was also forced to make a public apology after breaking lockdown rules twice.Southgate is a stickler for discipline and expects his players to follow the rules while representing their country.Tags: COVID-19 ProtocolsEngland FAGareth SouthgateMason GreenwoodPhil Foden
Published on February 4, 2014 at 12:03 pm Contact David: [email protected] | @DBWilson2 Facebook Twitter Google+ Three-star wide receiver Steve Ishmael verbally committed to Syracuse on Tuesday, he confirmed in a text message to The Daily Orange.Ishmael, from North Miami Beach (Fla.) High School, also had offers from Boston College, Louisville, Cincinnati, Illinois, Oregon, Pittsburgh, Rutgers, Nebraska, Tennessee and West Virginia.“I chose Syracuse because my relationship with Coach McDonald and Shafer is right,” Ishmael said Tuesday night.The receiver also said that the chance to play with good friend Alin Edouard — a three-star quarterback commit from the Miami (Fla.) area — led him to choose SU. The 6-foot-3, 180-pound wide receiver had 63 catches for 978 yards and 17 touchdowns during his senior season in North Miami Beach, according to SouthFloridaHighSchoolSports.com.AdvertisementThis is placeholder textIshmael visited the Orange on the weekend of Jan. 17 and attended SU’s basketball game against Pittsburgh. After his visit, he called Syracuse his “No. 1.” He had also visited the Bearcats, Fighting Illini and Cardinals, according to Scout.com.Ishmael becomes the 23rd member of the Class of 2014 and the third wide receiver. He is ranked as the 86th-best wideout in the Class of 2014 and joins a group of impressive offensive weapons. K.J. Williams is a four-star wide receiver — SU’s first four-star commit since Ashton Broyld and Ron Thompson two years ago — and is the highest rated recruit in the class. He chose the Orange after narrowing his decision to Syracuse and Michigan. Corey Cooper is a three-star receiver who took a prep year at Jireh (Matthews, N.C.) Prep before enrolling this spring.The trio of wideouts are joined by a pair of big-target tight ends. 6-foot-6, 225-pound Jamal Custis, who was originally recruited as a receiver on Scout, has a listed 40-yard dash time of 4.37. 6-foot-4, 215-pound Adley Enoicy, who committed to the Orange on Sunday, is also listed as a tight end and received offers from Auburn, Miami (Fla.), Florida and Florida State, among other top schools. Wednesday is National signing day and these players, as well as the rest of SU’s verbal commitments, are expected to sign their letters of intent. Comments
Facebook Twitter Google+ Instead of prioritizing opposing attacks’ go-to dodges while scouting before games, McDermott is now prioritizing which hand they prefer to shoot with and how they tend to get open without the ball.McDermott started all but one game last season and his versatility has kept him in the starting lineup. While Mullins (nine) and Mellen (seven) lead the Orange in caused turnovers, their aggressive styles have meant McDermott needs to play more conservative. He needs to make sure the defense communicates so its rotations are timed correctly and opponents don’t get clean looks at the net.“He’s kind of that quiet defenseman out there that no one really talks about too much,” Desko said.One of McDermott’s only noticeable plays of the season came on Feb. 28 against Army. After the Black Knights cut SU’s lead to just one midway though the third quarter, a Warren Hill save allowed McDermott to carry the ball up the field and start the offensive possession. The Orange slowed the game down, though, and didn’t attempt a shot for over a minute.McDermott didn’t record a stat in the box score. The clear didn’t lead to a goal. But it was another solid play by a player whose built his reputation that way.From second grade until sixth, McDermott played midfield, but always played more defensive-minded. When he moved to defense full time in seventh grade, he put together the skills that have come to define him.“I was never the fastest guy, I was never the strongest guy, I was never the smartest guy. But I was relatively fast, relatively strong and relatively smart,” McDermott said. “I just figured if I could put it all together and try and grow with each one, I may not have a certain strength but I can always be relevant.”McDermott’s versatility is what makes him a strong fit alongside Mullins and Mellen. It’s what eases Desko’s concerns amid the gauntlet of SU’s schedule, which features six ranked opponents. And it’s what’s helped Mullins and Mellen play the roles that suit them best.“Jay’s an all-around player. He can guard any type of player,” Mellen said. “He can cover strong guys, he can cover fast guys. He really does everything well.” Comments Related Stories Freshman Nick Mellen uses quickness to find starting roleScott Firman steps into bigger role at long-stick midfielder for SyracuseNo. 3 Syracuse staves off comeback from No. 17 Virginia in 14-13 winTHEIR SHOT: 2016 Lacrosse Guide Published on March 8, 2016 at 11:57 pm Contact Paul: [email protected] | @pschweds Brandon Mullins is the big, physical defender known for bullying attacks using his body. Nick Mellen is the small, shifty defender known for keeping up with attacks using his feet.Fellow starting defender Jay McDermott doesn’t fit a prototype. He has enough strength to push players out and enough quickness to not get burned. But none of McDermott’s skills stand out so much to give him a defined role on the defense the way Mullins and Mellen do.That makes McDermott the right complement on No. 3 Syracuse’s (4-0, 1-0 Atlantic Coast) defense, which has allowed just 8.25 goals per game this season, 15th best in the country.“It’s very comforting going into every game with matches against opponents’ attackmen that we’ve got one person that can cover anyone,” Orange head coach John Desko said.Entering this season, Mellen slid into the lineup as a freshman with a specific skill set. McDermott, who is sufficient at nearly every aspect but not great in any one thing, switched from defending opponents’ shifty dodgers to defending opponents’ attacks that set up in front of the crease. Through four games, McDermott, who prides himself on his smarts and versatility, is the only starting defender without a penalty.AdvertisementThis is placeholder textAfter starter Sean Young graduated in the spring, Mellen impressed McDermott as soon as he got on campus. McDermott knew immediately that Mellen would fit best in the role he had himself in 2015. That meant McDermott would have to fill a different spot.To compensate for his new tasks, McDermott continued adding more weight. The 6-foot-2, 207-pound senior defender has added 26 pounds since his freshman year. He’s now as equipped to handle the varying types of players he has to defend.“It’s a little different … You have to be ready for anything,” McDermott said of shifting from a cover defender to a crease defender. “I wouldn’t say it’s really an adjustment, maybe it’s a different mindset.” Liam Sheehan | Asst. Photo Editor