The Sign Of Lacrosse

Kyle (left) makes a fast friend on the field.

It may be one of the best days of my life. Yesterday, my seven-year old son Kyle started playing lacrosse. I was very excited when he started playing soccer and street hockey. He made me proud when he started ice skating, but lacrosse has a special place in my heart. It is the game I played at Saint Joseph's University, and the game I have coached for sixteen years now.

Kyle is playing on the first and second-grade team at Calvary Athletic Association - Go Crusaders! Unfortunately, it appears that he's the only first grader playing, but luckily, he has been throwing around a lacrosse ball with dad for a year or so now. As you can see, he still needs a little work . . .



But he's still as game as ever . . .



The coaches had the kids learn some of the fundamentals - like the one-handed throw to teach balance - and kept them running throughout the 90-minute practice. Kyle is a good student, and always listens to his coaches, so he didn't have many problems. After the fist day, he was ready to suit up again, which was a good thing, since his team practiced again tonight.

So far, he seems to love the game, and he loves it a little more tonight because they received their jerseys already. Kyle had his choice of numbers, and he took #2.

It's gonna be a good season.