Ma Vie Folle

So my son comes home one day and announces he’s trying out for LaCrosse.   I know football, baseball, and basketball.  LaCrosse?  I didn’t know much about it.  But it sounded like a “nice” sport, after all — LaCrosse– sounds sorta French, doesn’t it?   I knew it required a stick with a basket on the end – to scoop up a ball.   So, I pictured a sort of non-violent hockey with no ice.  As a matter of fact, a few years ago, I asked him if he’d like to play hockey and his response was, “What are ya tryin to do, kill me?”.

Walk softly and carry a big stick.

Anyhoooo, so we watched a college game on tv one day.  My first viewing.  I was mortified.  Turns out it’s a game where people pretty much beat each other with sticks.  Yep.  Give a bunch of teenage boys some sticks and let um have it.  That’s LaCrosse.

So we got the pads, which cover vital areas but not really all that well, and a helmet to protect his 4.7 GPA.  That head of his is his ticket to college.  So all that — and the sports fee and we were spending about $500 to let our kid get the crap beat out of him.  And of course to let him hit other boys with sticks.

Today was our first scrimmage.   I was amazed that they can, in fact, actually beat the guy with the ball – with their sticks and it’s legal.  It’s very loud too.  Like cracking bones.  No, seriously.  It was a 5 hour scrimmage rotating 3 teams, in 40 degree windy weather, so not only did I get to watch a human whack-a-mole game, I got to freeze my arse off.  And it was an hour away — BONUS!

I have to admit it was exciting though!

This post was a contribution to KB’s Room and her Weekend Walkabout