Elite 2027 Safety Loia Valade Trims List to Four, Includes Miami

Trinton Breeze

Today at 3:26 PM 1 min read

Elite 2027 safety Loia Valade has trimmed his recruiting list to just four schools.

The 5-foot-11, 180-pound safety out of West Boca Raton (Boca Raton, FL) trimmed his list to four finalist: Miami, Texas A&M, Auburn, and the Florida Gators. Valade is one of the most sought safeties in the state of Florida. Valade cut offers such as Ole Miss, Kentucky, Vanderbilt, Wake Forest, among others.

Loia currently holds 21 college offers as he is set to visit Miami (May 29th), Florida (June 4th), Texas A&M (June 12th), and Auburn (June 19th). He has already checked out Miami, Kentucky, Ole Miss, and Florida.

According to the 247Sports Composite Rankings, Loia currently holds a three-star recruiting ranking. Valade is currently ranked as the No. 505 player in his class, No. 48 safety, and the No. 44 in Florida.

After transferring from Tennessee, where he racked up 21 tackles for McCallie School, Loia now boasts a verified 4.43 40-yard dash and a 4.28-second shuttle time based on his track and field results.

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jtwist89

Today at 3:42 PM

One of my favorites this year. **** A&M

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Gru

Today at 3:52 PM

Miami/Florida battle it appears

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jsy

Today at 4:23 PM

the world elite just doesn’t hit the same when we calling a composite 3 star recruit elite

That would make wright generational ?

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juandi9120

Today at 5:07 PM

Yeah, apparently everyone now a days is a whale, elite or generational just so people click for views. Pretty sad

BigDikDaddyFromCincinnati

Today at 5:28 PM

juandi9120 said:
Yeah, apparently everyone now a days is a whale, elite or generational just so people click for views. Pretty sad

One drunken evening, many many moons ago, I had a night full of relations with a "whale." She wasn't an actual whale as she did not have any fins nor fluke, but she did have lungs and she was "within range" on the weight side of things. I didn't perform a DNA test on her (although I did attempt to leave some DNA), so correctly identifying her species was a bit off and my eyesight was fuzzy to say the least. I think she was a Dwarf Sp.erm Whale, but at times behaved like a PIGmy Sp.erm Whale, although those are toothy whales and I never once felt any teeth, leading to me hypothesizing that she must be a filter feeder. She kind of smelt odd as well....like a woman who wears too much perfume to cover up halitosis....or worse. I can't confirm, but I believe she was actually a Minke Whale....a stinky Minke Whale.

It was not one of my better conquests. I would not use the terms "generational" or "elite" to describe my motion in that ocean that evening, nor would I use those words to describe her appearance or performance. To be fair, I was kinda like one of those sad Orcas that evening....you know, the kind whose dorsal fin isn't standing completely upright; more just leaning limply to the side. It was a textbook case of whisky fin. No matter how much she tried providing stimulation to my drunken dorsal fin, her baleen's moist touch just wasn't enough to create a rigid enough surface to harpoon that beast.

After several (unsuccessful) attempts to mount, I had given up mentally. Like a good cetacean, I asked for one more attempt at baleen to dorsal resucitation, to which she obliged but said "if you fall asleep one more time, I'm leaving." I heard that as my cue to start snoring....and I did. That young PIGmy sp/erm whale migrated off to another section of the Deep Blue, never to be seen again.

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YLCANE

Today at 5:38 PM

BigDikDaddyFromCincinnati said:
One drunken evening, many many moons ago, I had a night full of relations with a "whale." She wasn't an actual whale as she did not have any fins nor fluke, but she did have lungs and she was "within range" on the weight side of things. I didn't perform a DNA test on her (although I did attempt to leave some DNA), so correctly identifying her species was a bit off and my eyesight was fuzzy to say the least. I think she was a Dwarf Sp.erm Whale, but at times behaved like a PIGmy Sp.erm Whale, although those are toothy whales and I never once felt any teeth, leading to me hypothesizing that she must be a filter feeder. She kind of smelt odd as well....like a woman who wears too much perfume to cover up halitosis....or worse. I can't confirm, but I believe she was actually a Minke Whale....a stinky Minke Whale.

It was not one of my better conquests. I would not use the terms "generational" or "elite" to describe my motion in that ocean that evening, nor would I use those words to describe her appearance or performance. To be fair, I was kinda like one of those sad Orcas that evening....you know, the kind whose dorsal fin isn't standing completely upright; more just leaning limply to the side. It was a textbook case of whisky fin. No matter how much she tried providing stimulation to my drunken dorsal fin, her baleen's moist touch just wasn't enough to create a rigid enough surface to harpoon that beast.

After several (unsuccessful) attempts to mount, I had given up mentally. Like a good cetacean, I asked for one more attempt at baleen to dorsal resucitation, to which she obliged but said "if you fall asleep one more time, I'm leaving." I heard that as my cue to start snoring....and I did. That young PIGmy sp/erm whale migrated off to another section of the Deep Blue, never to be seen again.

Sounds like a slump buster in baseball terms!!! Every now and then we had too go hoggin

mainecane

Today at 5:42 PM

BigDikDaddyFromCincinnati said:
One drunken evening, many many moons ago, I had a night full of relations with a "whale." She wasn't an actual whale as she did not have any fins nor fluke, but she did have lungs and she was "within range" on the weight side of things. I didn't perform a DNA test on her (although I did attempt to leave some DNA), so correctly identifying her species was a bit off and my eyesight was fuzzy to say the least. I think she was a Dwarf Sp.erm Whale, but at times behaved like a PIGmy Sp.erm Whale, although those are toothy whales and I never once felt any teeth, leading to me hypothesizing that she must be a filter feeder. She kind of smelt odd as well....like a woman who wears too much perfume to cover up halitosis....or worse. I can't confirm, but I believe she was actually a Minke Whale....a stinky Minke Whale.

It was not one of my better conquests. I would not use the terms "generational" or "elite" to describe my motion in that ocean that evening, nor would I use those words to describe her appearance or performance. To be fair, I was kinda like one of those sad Orcas that evening....you know, the kind whose dorsal fin isn't standing completely upright; more just leaning limply to the side. It was a textbook case of whisky fin. No matter how much she tried providing stimulation to my drunken dorsal fin, her baleen's moist touch just wasn't enough to create a rigid enough surface to harpoon that beast.

After several (unsuccessful) attempts to mount, I had given up mentally. Like a good cetacean, I asked for one more attempt at baleen to dorsal resucitation, to which she obliged but said "if you fall asleep one more time, I'm leaving." I heard that as my cue to start snoring....and I did. That young PIGmy sp/erm whale migrated off to another section of the Deep Blue, never to be seen again.

Thank you for sharing! I think I met that whale about 40+ years ago.

BigDikDaddyFromCincinnati

Today at 6:08 PM

mainecane said:
Thank you for sharing! I think I met that whale about 40+ years ago.

Come to think of it, I did notice some odd scars on her backside....looked like maybe she had been bitten once during a mating activity but it could've been the Jaegermeister effecting my eye sight.

TRick72

Today at 6:19 PM

BigDikDaddyFromCincinnati said:
One drunken evening, many many moons ago, I had a night full of relations with a "whale." She wasn't an actual whale as she did not have any fins nor fluke, but she did have lungs and she was "within range" on the weight side of things. I didn't perform a DNA test on her (although I did attempt to leave some DNA), so correctly identifying her species was a bit off and my eyesight was fuzzy to say the least. I think she was a Dwarf Sp.erm Whale, but at times behaved like a PIGmy Sp.erm Whale, although those are toothy whales and I never once felt any teeth, leading to me hypothesizing that she must be a filter feeder. She kind of smelt odd as well....like a woman who wears too much perfume to cover up halitosis....or worse. I can't confirm, but I believe she was actually a Minke Whale....a stinky Minke Whale.

It was not one of my better conquests. I would not use the terms "generational" or "elite" to describe my motion in that ocean that evening, nor would I use those words to describe her appearance or performance. To be fair, I was kinda like one of those sad Orcas that evening....you know, the kind whose dorsal fin isn't standing completely upright; more just leaning limply to the side. It was a textbook case of whisky fin. No matter how much she tried providing stimulation to my drunken dorsal fin, her baleen's moist touch just wasn't enough to create a rigid enough surface to harpoon that beast.

After several (unsuccessful) attempts to mount, I had given up mentally. Like a good cetacean, I asked for one more attempt at baleen to dorsal resucitation, to which she obliged but said "if you fall asleep one more time, I'm leaving." I heard that as my cue to start snoring....and I did. That young PIGmy sp/erm whale migrated off to another section of the Deep Blue, never to be seen again.

BigDikDaddyFromCincinnati

Today at 6:22 PM

TRick72 said:
BigDikDaddyFromCincinnati said:

One drunken evening, many many moons ago, I had a night full of relations with a "whale." She wasn't an actual whale as she did not have any fins nor fluke, but she did have lungs and she was "within range" on the weight side of things. I didn't perform a DNA test on her (although I did attempt to leave some DNA), so correctly identifying her species was a bit off and my eyesight was fuzzy to say the least. I think she was a Dwarf Sp.erm Whale, but at times behaved like a PIGmy Sp.erm Whale, although those are toothy whales and I never once felt any teeth, leading to me hypothesizing that she must be a filter feeder. She kind of smelt odd as well....like a woman who wears too much perfume to cover up halitosis....or worse. I can't confirm, but I believe she was actually a Minke Whale....a stinky Minke Whale.

It was not one of my better conquests. I would not use the terms "generational" or "elite" to describe my motion in that ocean that evening, nor would I use those words to describe her appearance or performance. To be fair, I was kinda like one of those sad Orcas that evening....you know, the kind whose dorsal fin isn't standing completely upright; more just leaning limply to the side. It was a textbook case of whisky fin. No matter how much she tried providing stimulation to my drunken dorsal fin, her baleen's moist touch just wasn't enough to create a rigid enough surface to harpoon that beast.

After several (unsuccessful) attempts to mount, I had given up mentally. Like a good cetacean, I asked for one more attempt at baleen to dorsal resucitation, to which she obliged but said "if you fall asleep one more time, I'm leaving." I heard that as my cue to start snoring....and I did. That young PIGmy sp/erm whale migrated off to another section of the Deep Blue, never to be seen again.

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