The Boston Herald has long been part of Kyed's journey covering the NFL. Some of his first Twitter follows while working a regular 9-5 and writing on the side dreaming of a job as an NFL reporter were then-beat writers Karen Guregian and Ian Rapoport. A year after Jeff Howe took over for Rapoport, I was replacing Howe on the beat at NESN. Kevin Duffy and Andrew Callahan have been some of my closest friends on road trips and toughest competitors in coverage.
Previously: Podcast 14.0A, 14.0B, 14.0C. The Story. Quarterback. Running Back. Wide Receiver. Tight End. [Bolded player rules: not necessarily returning starter, but someone we've seen enough of that I'm no longer talking about their recruiting profile (much, anyway). Extant contributor.] LT Yr. LG Yr. C Yr. RG Yr. RT Yr. Ryan Hayes Jr Trevor Keegan So Olu Oluwatimi Sr Zak Zinter So Trente Jones So Jeffrey Persi Fr Reece Atteberry So Greg Crippen So Gio El-Hadi Fr Karsen Barnhart So Tristan Bounds Fr Alessandro Lorenzetti Fr Raheem Anderson Fr Connor Jones Fr Andrew Gentry Fr Tim Drevno put out fantastic, mauling offensive lines at Stanford. The guys they recruited were 3-stars, but they were smart, and didn't have to start until they were redshirt sophomores or juniors, by which time they'd been sufficiently drilled to run Drevno's complicated list of calls and checks. At Michigan he fruitlessly chased after recruits who didn't want his
Previously: Podcast 14.0A, 14.0B, 14.0C. The Story. Quarterback. Running Back. Wide Receiver. Tight End. [Bolded player rules: not necessarily returning starter, but someone we've seen enough of that I'm no longer talking about their recruiting profile (much, anyway). Extant contributor.] LT Yr. LG Yr. C Yr. RG Yr. RT Yr. Ryan Hayes Jr Trevor Keegan So Olu Oluwatimi Sr Zak Zinter So Trente Jones So Jeffrey Persi Fr Reece Atteberry So Greg Crippen So Gio El-Hadi Fr Karsen Barnhart So Tristan Bounds Fr Alessandro Lorenzetti Fr Raheem Anderson Fr Connor Jones Fr Andrew Gentry Fr Tim Drevno put out fantastic, mauling offensive lines at Stanford. The guys they recruited were 3-stars, but they were smart, and didn't have to start until they were redshirt sophomores or juniors, by which time they'd been sufficiently drilled to run Drevno's complicated list of calls and checks. At Michigan he fruitlessly chased after recruits who didn't want his