Play-On: A Day Officiating Lacrosse.
The morning brought resplendent sun and minimal wind. And an 11 month sabbatical from the game of Lax I felt like I didn’t miss a beat, rather I missed beats – maybe about 50 of them.
And that’s ok.
Fail Spectacularly.
My first game comes from a place where Winter is getting kicked out by big bad Spring. It’s a slow creep, 2 miles an hour, so everyone sees it. The flowers and trees bud, he air is different, but Winter does it’s blanket take over every night. Day Light Savings time becomes the norm, so we are half way in the door in both directions.
That never matters.
Lax is an all year round, from blistering heat, to the shivers. And all around that year, I do Baseball, and Flag Football, and Basketball, and everything except for a small slice of Lacrosse. No wonder perpetually play myself.
This year, I intended to break the cycle, or so I thought. I even went to Shod’s house, a the head of a family full of Lacrosse-for-lifers and got some pointers to be the best I can be this season. With all that hope, the office made an error; they are in control of my Baseball and Lacrosse schedule, concurrently, but Lacrosse got strike through’d. They. Forgot.
So here I am, 3 games deep, only to think about doing it next time. When, will that next time be? Today I have a Baseball game, one that is still hard to escape the game of Lax. Just yesterday it was the bottom of the 2nd – when a Lacrosse Game started, adjacently. It was just yesterday when it was the bottom of the 6th – when a Lacrosse Game ended, mercifully.
THE CLOCK IS MIGHTIER THAN THE BALL.
It’s a full count and I’m behind the plate. This kid is a talented pull hitter, so he’s on his 4th Baseball that he fouled away. The count get stuck on stupid. Meanwhile, 200 yards away is a high level lacrosse game. One where I see the time dwindle from 12 minutes. After that kid finally got a single, there was 7 minutes 34 seconds. Something has to give.
And that’s why, for the handful of games I do have, I’m gonna show out. And trust out of all the sports, it’s the least nurtured. Trees are growing all over. I think I need to make a like a tree, and go all in Lacrosse. But until then, I ref-on.
Until tomorrow.
