Local 3-star 2027 Safety Loia Valade Trims List to Four, Includes Miami

Trinton Breeze

Monday at 3:26 PM 1 min read

Local 3-star 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) has named four finalists: Miami, Texas A&M, Auburn, and the Florida Gators.

Valade is one of the most sought-after safeties in the state of Florida, holding 21 college offers. He cut programs such as Ole Miss, Kentucky, Vanderbilt, and Wake Forest, among others.

Valade is set to visit Miami (May 29th), Florida (June 4th), Texas A&M (June 12th), and Auburn (June 19th), and has already made prior visits to Miami, Kentucky, Ole Miss, and Florida. According to the 247Sports Composite Rankings, he currently holds a 3-star recruiting ranking, sitting at No. 505 overall in his class, No. 48 safety nationally, and No. 44 prospect in Florida.

After transferring from McCallie School in Tennessee, where he recorded 21 tackles, Valade now boasts a verified 4.43 40-yard dash and a 4.28-second shuttle time based on his track and field results. Check out his film below:

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jtwist89

Monday at 3:42 PM

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

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Gru

Monday at 3:52 PM

Miami/Florida battle it appears

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jsy

Monday 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

Monday 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

Monday 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

Monday 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

Monday 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

Monday 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

Monday 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

Monday 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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A picture truly is worth 1000 words

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Gru

Monday at 7:43 PM

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JeremiyahLove'sPassifier

Monday at 9:07 PM

Fonged to FL last week. Feel like we tend to know when these commitment date announcements are posted where things are. Since nothing today maybe still FL? Maybe tomorrow morning there’ll be some news.

shumbly33

Monday at 9:20 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.

I've never had *** with a 10. But one night. 5 2's. And I think that should count

BigDikDaddyFromCincinnati

Monday at 9:24 PM

shumbly33 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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I've never had *** with a 10. But one night. 5 2's. And I think that should count