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Stock watch: Who’s up, who’s down after Syracuse’s week 1 win

first_imgStock upJamal CustisBefore Friday, Syracuse didn’t have a No. 1 option in the passing game. Custis dispelled any notion of that after two touchdowns on six receptions for 168 yards. No other Syracuse wide receiver caught a pass Friday.Custis’ best highlight Friday came at possibly the most critical time for SU. After a 34-7 lead evaporated to six in less than 10 minutes, SU needed an answer.After covering 39 yards in the seven prior plays, Eric Dungey connected with Custis on an out-route to the left sideline. Custis hauled in the pass one handed, juked a defender and trotted into the endzone, giving the Orange some breathing room again.AdvertisementThis is placeholder textLook for Custis to further solidify himself in Syracuse’s week two matchup against Wagner.Offensive lineSyracuse’s offensive line dominated the Broncos at the line of scrimmage. The success stemmed from the wealth of experience SU has at the five line positions.Friday’s starting group featured returning first-teamers Cody Conway, Airon Servais and Evan Adams. Add Aaron Roberts — the 2016 starter at left guard who missed 2017 with a knee injury  — and Texas A&M graduate transfer Koda Martin to the mix and suddenly, for the first time in the Dino Babers era, the offensive line was one of the most experienced groups.That showed Friday to the tune of 334 yards rushing (5.4 per carry), only two sacks allowed and five scores via the ground. The main beneficiary was Dungey, who wasn’t sacked and set the Syracuse, and ACC, single-game record for rushing yards by a quarterback with an even 200.Running backsMoe Neal and Dontae Strickland confirmed their stranglehold on running back touches Friday. Together, the two toted the ball 40 times for 122 yards and four touchdowns.The yards per carry figure — 3.1 — is lackluster, but considering Dungey went for 200 yards on 15 attempts, the two backs were complimentary to the signal-caller’s running game.Neal took the bulk of carries, 29 to Strickland’s 11, and both made contributions in the passing game. Strickland caught a 22-yard pass up the seam from Tommy DeVito in the third quarter, a shoestring tackle saving the touchdown.Neal and Strickland should continue to dominate touches at the running back position. Published on September 4, 2018 at 8:25 pm Contact Andrew: aegraham@syr.edu | @A_E_Graham Syracuse (1-0) escaped Kalamazoo, Michigan, with a 55-42 win over Western Michigan (0-1) on Friday night. The Orange got out to a 34-7 first-half lead predicated on dominating up front. But a bad defensive third quarter and a stagnating offense kept it close. Eventually, the Orange recovered and established control over the Broncos. Check out whose stock crept up and whose fell. Tommy DeVitoWithout any prior play at SU — or the last two years — it’s unfair to say DeVito’s stock went down. Friday was, for lack of a better metaphor, his initial public offering, and it didn’t go as well as planned.The DeVito hype train slowed a little after a 4-for-9, 42 yard and three first-down performance. When DeVito entered the game, SU stagnated offensively. The unit that blew the doors off WMU for the first half could barely go forward.DeVito himself mostly did the right things. He stood in the pocket and escaped when necessary, though he twice took a sack. He hit the aforementioned completion to Strickland and had a long ball to Custis wiped out by a penalty.Still, the misses were bad. On a 15-yard sideline out route, DeVito missed an open Custis low and away. On a 3rd-and-9, he whipped a ball wide left, where he expected Butler to be, but there was miscommunication on the route. Deep balls were overthrown.DeVito was fine on Friday. No more, no less. Stock downThe secondaryWestern Michigan, after a 117-yard first half, came out and took the top off SU’s defense in the third quarter. Countless chunk plays on deep balls — mostly to D’Wayne Eskridge — and handoffs to LeVante Bellamy ultimately torched the Orange’s secondary.The Broncos first offensive play of the second half was a 37-yard completion to Jaylen Reed. A 21-yard score to Eskridge followed.Two drives later, WMU quarterback Jon Wassink connected with Eskridge down the middle for an 84-yard bomb.Eskridge mainly victimized cornerback Scoop Bradshaw, often running past him and accumulating eight receptions for 240 yards and two scores.The secondary got burned for seven plays of 21 yards or more in the third quarter alone.Devin ButlerOpposite the sure-handed Custis, junior wide receiver Devin Butler had a rough showing against the Broncos. Despite consistently being targeted on intermediate routes and deep balls, Butler is still looking for his first reception.Several times, both Dungey and DeVito looked for Butler deep down the sideline. But despite getting behind the defense, Butler never ran under any deep balls. He’d come close, but he always seemed a step short.Closer to the line of scrimmage, Butler struggled more. He had a first down bounce off his hands on a slant and couldn’t haul in a touchdown pass coming across the middle.Despite a wealth of opportunity, Butler came up empty. Comments Facebook Twitter Google+last_img read more

Thatha’s Faith

first_imgLike many second-generation Indian Americans, I grew up with my grandparents, especially my father’s parents. They lived with us for most of my childhood and watched my younger siblings and me grow up.In May, my paternal grandfather passed away, exactly one month before my dad and I could call him for Father’s Day. We never harbored any illusions about his mortality, but his death shook our entire family. As my father said, we were left “like a sail boat without sails in a windstorm in the sea.” I was especially close with my grandfather – my thatha – who kept me connected with my Tamil roots by sharing folk stories, recounting his childhood in colonial-era India, and explaining our expansive and often complicated family tree. By the time I was 10, I had memorized the names of all 800 of my cousins (yes, I’m exaggerating) and understood what it meant to be the head of an extended household.My grandfather was with me on my first day of elementary school, took me to the movies and went on field trips with my class. Growing up in an all-white, conservative part of Cincinnati was far from easy, but my grandfather was there to help me get through tough times.Though my father helped mold me into the man I am today, it was my grandfather who reminded me of where I came from. In many ways, my grandfather made India and its history come alive in a way that no textbook, movie or family vacation could.My grandfather was born in 1913 to a Brahmin petty landowner who had lost all of his property. His early years were spent watching the Indian independence movement gain momentum, despite the reactionary laws passed by the British colonial government and Katherine Mayo’s racist book, Mother India, which was meant to cast colonialism in a sympathetic light.Thatha grew up in poverty and was raised primarily by his mother and older brother while my great-grandfather left the home for extended periods. His experience living in poverty taught him the value of money. My grandfather was judicious when it came to money, investing wisely while maintaining a very close monitor on how he spent every dollar. As my uncle later recalled, my grandfather’s diligence with money reflected the fact that he knew that financial security was fleeting.My cousins and I – all of who grew up outside of India – referred to thatha as the Don because of his seemingly endless “side” dealings. We often wondered if our grandfather wasn’t really a powerful underworld figure with a vast empire in Tamil Nadu and beyond.Our imaginative musings aside, we knew he wasn’t one to shy away from investing in things he cared about, particularly when it came to matters of faith. At the age of 91, he funded and personally oversaw the construction of a Ganesha temple in our ancestral home of Kodumudi, a village located on the banks of the Kaveri River. Like his father, my grandfather also donated annually to the Tirupathi temple, a tradition he passed on to his children and grandchildren. He also paid for the schooling of family members and friends, believing that an education was the key to the future. Shortly after thatha’s death, one of the young men whom he helped educate called him a modern-day “Mahatma,” invoking the Indian freedom struggle leader’s name in an attempt to capture my grandfather’s personal impact in a fitting light.The lives of my dad and his siblings revolved around thatha, which made my life and those of my cousins inextricably linked with him. To us, thatha’s aura was a place we could find shelter in when we questioned our identity and walked the line between our Americanness and our Indianness.My grandfather was a vestige of our colonial past and India’s nascent restorative democracy following independence. He grew up in poverty and rose to become part of the petit bourgeois in Tamil Nadu, instilling in his children and grandchildren a sense of Brahmanic entitlement at a time when postcolonial Tamil Nadu attempted to redistribute opportunities to non-Brahmins.Thatha tried to join Gandhi’s satyagraha movement when it came to the South, but when his British headmaster found out his plans, he warned him that he would be expelled. “I couldn’t leave school,” Thatha recalled to me in a conversation several years back. “It was one of my biggest regrets.”Though he protested British rule, my grandfather – like many of his peers who grew up in the throes of a colonial-era education system – internalized the supremacy of the English language. He was taught the importance of the English language as a means of securing employment, a lesson he took home and practiced daily for over 80 years in daily diary writing. I used to find his admiration for the British both confounding and frustrating because of the history of oppression. He used the “master’s language” to keep track of his daily routines, from family affairs to land sales to musings about the world, and was proud of his English fluency.But his English-language diary entries always ended with the words, Om Jai Ram, as if reaffirming that the British influence on his thinking could never take control of him. He might have been colonized, but he refused to be conquered.My grandfather’s belief in education also shaped who and what his children and grandchildren became. Part of that faith was shaped by his own college experience, where he worked as a canteen boy to pay for his tuition. Despite being teased incessantly as a “water boy” by his classmates, my grandfather stayed in school. My grandfather borrowed money to pay for the education of his children, believing that it would help them have better lives than the one he had. He borrowed money to make ends meet, but, as my oldest uncle recalled, he never once thought about asking his children to cut short their schooling.My oldest uncle settled in the Netherlands and became a highly successful executive who returned to India after retirement to take care of my grandparents, while my dad, my younger uncle and my aunt, the youngest sibling, all carved out successful careers in the United States.Thatha wished for my dad to become a doctor, but because of Tamil Nadu’s restrictions on Brahmin admission in medical school following independence, it was a dream that went unfulfilled. But my grandfather’s regret that his son didn’t become a doctor turned out to be a blessing for us. My siblings and I did not grow up insulated – a common perception about second-generation Desis – and followed our convictions to careers in social activism. Our professional paths were a direct result of Thatha not being able to send our father to medical school, and for that, we are in his debt.In his last years, my grandfather pined for one last chance to come to the United States, his adopted home. He wanted to see his grandchildren and great-grandchildren, read the American newspapers he had become so fond of reading, and catch up on politics. He had long been a big fan of Joe Biden (despite Biden’s recent controversial remarks about Indian Americans) and said he wanted to return to the United States to vote for Barack Obama.In our last conversation, five days before the Pennsylvania primary, he asked if I thought Obama would win. I said I did, but cautioned him that America’s history of racism might continue to pose a problem for any nonwhite person.But my grandfather remained confident, holding faith in the education of the American people. It was that faith in education that had, after all, guided him from poverty to family patriarch and transformed him from a simple Brahmin to a modern-day Bheesma.Thatha made sure that he instilled in us – his children and grandchildren – that same faith, even though it took some of us longer to find it. In losing Thatha, it seems I have finally discovered his true legacy.Om Jai Ram.  Related Itemslast_img read more