Growing up in northeast, I was introduced to Lacrosse early. Back when I was in elementary school, Kar's first love, Mike, played Lacrosse. Karen also kept stats for Arundel High School and Western Maryland's Lacrosse teams. None of us played formally, but Kar's Mike taught us how to catch, throw, and cradle. Thankfully, Lacrosse has made it south! Mike bought sticks for Tod when he was little hoping he would pick it up...which he did, but only to throw against our garage door! Craig, too, caught and threw around...but hoops are his love.
And then came Cole....who was playing around with those same two sticks bought for little Tod...and Cole decided he was going to ask Santa for all the pads. Well, knowing that Cole had been a good boy that year...and we figured Santa would deliver the goods, we thought we would search for a team. Dallas Dueces. They are basically a farm lacrosse program for Jesuit and ESD. Perfect.
All of our boys are sport loving. And, all are talented in very different ways. Cole, uniquely however, is our player. He has the perfect combination of Tod's humbleness, Craig's love and dedication for the game, Mike's talent, and my attitude. We have had the best time watching him move up in this sport. 1st and 2nd grade teams literally learn the sport without the physical contact. 3rd and 4th grade boys work on skills while adding the physical component. I never knew how true the quote was on a t-shirt Aunt Karen bought Cole..."Give Blood...Play Lacrosse"
Cole's team this year is made up of all the best 4th graders, and 5 (I think) 3rd graders.
Yesterday was his first goalie experience. Nerve racking for parent...and player!
We hope he sticks it out with this sport!
Goalie!
Cole and his #1 fan...
