First lacrosse event of the spring drew us out to the NHS fields late this
afternoon. Ph.’s team–in the white jerseys (he’s no. 3, mid-pile
here)–lost the scrimmage, 7-6. I’m not always sure what’s going on out
there: several faintly familiar rules rolled into one–slashing, penalty boxes,
face-offs, out-of-bounds, spacing and ball reversal. Really I have no
clue. But Ph. insists that it’s fun, and he managed to net a goal this
afternoon, so I guess that’s notable. I put a few other pics in a
slideshow for you diehards.
Added: Just learned over dinner that Ph. went without wearing the
sports goggles or glasses he needs to…erm…see the ball clearly.
I don’t know why, but that picture sort of reminds me of the pope’s funeral proceedings.
You are a seer of things papal, Alice. I looked and looked, but pope’s funeral–nothing. Unless it’s the crowding, sticks (or something…somehow I missed *all* of the pope coverage).
Maybe it’s just because they look like they’re digging. Or maybe it’s because I haven’t slept in awhile.
I mustn’t have been tired enough becuase now I can see what you meant. Crypt-ic image, eh?