Sports blogs should start at the beginning of the season. This is my belief. Some keen bloggers may even start in preseason – set the scene, highlight the potential big guns etc etc, but that’s a little keen for me.
So “Why,” you’re probably thinking “Is he starting his blog at the end of his season?” I procrastinated. I am a procrastinator, I even meant to write this blog last weekend, but didn’t.
The season over here in England runs from September – starting with the Bath 8s organized by fellow my blogger to Nik Roberts to April where the Flags festivals bring the curtain down.
I’m not going to batter on about my club, and the league, and how our the flat above our changing rooms got burned out and no-one told us so we turned up for a game and had no changing rooms – luckily the weather was nice and the opposition understanding, at least not today anyway.
Today I am going to talk about me and my life with lacrosse.
My life started at the age of 19 ¾. Well not exactly…but you get what I’m saying.
It was a Sunday in 2003, 11 days into my time at Loughborough University, I was hung over – and the sight of people doing karate or taekwondo or something was making me feel sick. Then all of a sudden, there was a girl stood on a table. She was wearing hot pants – or at the very least short shorts. She had in her hands a lacrosse stick. I was smitten.
Yes, that is correct – I started playing lacrosse to meet girls, sue me*!
(* I wouldn’t bother, I don’t actually have any money)
So I started to play lacrosse based mainly on the fact that there were only about 10 other guys in the club and around 30 girls. The girls team were (and are currently) National Champions, there was no men’s team. We played mixed – a bastardized version of women’s lacrosse that involved running faster than the girls and shooting really hard from point blank range. The club now has over 100 members with about 50/50 gender split, two womens teams, and a mens squad that won the National Cup (2nd tier) competition.
We finally had enough guys to get a team going towards the end of my second year (of three) we played some tournaments at home and abroad (Ireland) and played some friendlies against other nearby unis who were at a similar stage.
In fact there were enough unis nearby at a similar stage that the next year SEMLA started a league for us. We did ok. I personally did ok, played some 2 way middie, took some face offs (even won 4 or 5 I think) scored some goals got some assists and didn’t get into any fights. Oh and I captained and coached the team made up mostly of guys who like me hadn’t picked up a stick until they came to uni. It was at the very least stressful and sometimes it was even fun.
Then I left uni and moved back home to Newcastle. I knew the Uni (not to be confused with the Poly) had a team, but they recently had tough on non-students playing so I was without lax. It was tough. I played some rugby drank some beers for a year then decided to get back into it.
So during the 07/08 season I travelled to Leeds to play…2 hours on the train and a 45 minute bus ride to the ground…I thought I was mad, so who knows what the rest of the boys thought.
Then in April It happened. I got an email. From a Dr Mark Webb. “Let’s start a club in Newcastle” it said. “Okay” I replied. That was that sometime in the middle of March 2008. Now a year later Newcastle upon Tyne LC (new website to follow shortly) is finishing 4th in the League and lost a close Nigel Wayne Trophy (aka John Wayne Shootout) final to Leeds 11-6.
Not a bad first 12 months (give or take) in my opinion…not a bad first blog either…