The images that run through my mind any time someone mentions “indoor lacrosse” are filled with violent collisions, nifty behind the back passes, bad helmets, and cross checks. Unfortunately, I’m deficient in all of those skills and those box helmets make me look like an overweight C3PO.
“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in one pretty and well preserved piece, but to skid across the line broadside, thoroughly used up, worn out, leaking oil, shouting GERONIMO!” I’ve seen this quote in various forms and attributed to a few different people, but I think it’s fitting for myself and the other old guys still willing to run around and beat on each other once a week in masters lacrosse leagues….
I’m going to be dead soon. It’s inevitable. Death is creeping up on me, all of us to be exact. He’s just a little closer to me than he is to most of you. So, I better get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’. Okay, that’s a bunch of BS, I know.
