I miss being a Lacrosse parent.
I miss screaming to the top of my lungs.
I mean really, much can be said about the thrill of watching people beat each other with sticks. And being able to cheer them on. Legally, too.
Both of my sons played many sports throughout their school years. They both played t-ball/baseball when they were small. Then they went on to soccer. I even coached a year for each of them…only because no one else would do it. But that’s another blog entirely. They have both always surfed and skateboarded, but those aren’t exactly team sports. They moved on to football. (I think the only sport they didn’t participate in was basketball.) Then their athletic interests took different routes.
Oldest Son moved on to golf. I suppose it’s a cool sport, but much too quiet for me. And then there’s weight lifting and training for marathons.
Youngest Son headed to track and field, and I was introduced to my beloved lacrosse.
Dirt Man and I were both runners when we were younger. I did it for fun (and behind my mother’s back) because I was not allowed to be on the school track team or any other sports team for that matter. My mother claimed that we girls would get muscular boy calves.(Don’t get my sister started on this sore subject! My mother played softball and basketball in school.) Yeah, I know….WHAT?! Really, I think she just didn’t want to have to meet the activity bus after school and be saddled down with attending meets etc…Dirt Man was on the school track team. BTW, He does have awesome athletic legs, as do our sons. Hmmmm…does this mean I can blame my mom for my current non-fit body and non- athletic lifestyle?
Lacrosse players are agile, coordinated, and fast. I am none of those things. But I love watching it. And yelling!
Maybe I like it because it traces back to Native American Indians.
Maybe I like lacrosse because you’re allowed to be a bit obnoxious.
Maybe I like lacrosse because it’s a combination of basketball, soccer, and hockey. The best of all sports.
I don’t know why I like it. I just know I like it, and I miss the action.