Saturday, December 13, 2014
This is not a lacrosse blog
This time we're in San Diego, and Henry played two games of box lacrosse today. I know even less about box lacrosse than I do about regular lacrosse, but it looked as violent and crazy as ice hockey and the players had no pads. I took the photo above at the moment Henry crashed into the wall. Instead of screaming, I took a photo. Don't judge me -- for not screaming. I confess to actually enjoying the mayhem. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that this creature came out of my body sixteen years ago. Let's face it -- who your babies grow up to be is a damn mystery, and you can only watch it unfold, your heart pounding as they thud up against the glass, a tangle of sticks and grunts and blur, before they're gone.