Nostalgia
As I was walking to work this morning, I saw some kids playing lacrosse, which is quite the rarity on the west coast. They seemed to be the same age I was when I started playing, and it just brought back alot of memories…..
It’s hard to believe that I actually played lacrosse in highschool for four years, and held my own on varsity (at least in practice, yes I know I was “king of the bench”, but that was partially attributable to my lack of drive, along with my lack of skill).
The funny part is, even though the coaches benched me even though I showed decent skills in the scrimmages, and even though I had to deal with egos and showboating from the starting line up, and even though Tommy M beat my ass more times then I’d like to remember, I really liked playing lacrosse…… I couldn’t do that now, or maybe I could. So much time devoted, so much physical abuse endured…. I can’t remember why I liked it, and I was always relieved when the season was over, but there I was the next year, ready to go. In fact, the only time I was really bitter towards anyone on the team was when that fat bastard meyers benched me in the last five minutes of the last game I would ever play. It was against manhasset, we were down 22-0, what a tool. But enough of the old school rehashing. Time for some zincate.