Lax is Over

Wow, so a lot has happened. I'm back from No Limit Lacrosse camp in Franklin, MA. I played there Sunday through today. Today we had the playoffs-- my team lost in the finals by one goal. I think I played really well. It was tough at first, I hadn't played since the beginning of June, and after playing ok Sunday for my team, it was a bad shock to get traded Monday morning for the biggest, most imposing guy in the camp (6'5, 250 maybe?) So my new team, for which my roommate, and friend and classmate Andy was the goalie, didn't trust me at first. I was no Big Rob. But then I started playing really well, and one of the other Defensemen started resenting it and feeling really self-conscious, so he would trash talk me and insult me in various ways, until the whole team hated him etc. Anyway the really cool coaches almost got rid of him they disliked him so much. And in the end I think I was the heart of the defense, and I know I made some great plays, including getting sent flying by Big Rob as pointman of the fast break (the toughest job a D-man can have, I can explain if you care later) but knocking the ball away from him, eating a shot, or other things... anyway right now my knees are sore and my ankle hurts, yada yada, but I'm proud of how I played, and how the team played.

This has been too long. Well I've spent the last hour reading all the entries, and seeing Keane's photo bucket, which was really clever and good. And thanks to Keane and Clare for talking while I was in laxland. By the way, if u ask I have a hilarious story about a crazy neo-nazi player. Well I'm gonna do something mindless right now, and rest!!! Tomorrow my grandma arrives from Chicago for the weekend. Then I go to NYC to have fun, and sleep in my own bed finally. And how tired I must really be, because I think I'm watching a Vin Diesel movie and I haven't changed the channel yet.