during the summer of '73, you could see and play some good lacrosse in a cow pasture north of Balto. We played in the evenings, and they were always warm and clear. For nothing. The only price of admission was the time spent trying to find the place, and once you got there, it was a fairly good uphill hike to the field. Back then, we played more for the joy of the game than for the thrill of victory.
Most of us had already known our share of victories anyway. What we wanted now, and what we had, was plenty of sunshine...great camaraderie...and something cool to kill our thirst.
We had our share of stars, but you would never have known it though. Jack Thomas and Les Mathews from the Hop, Tom Duquette, Bruce Mangels and Jim Ulman from UVA, Bob Shriver from WC, Ted Bauer and Skip Litchfuss from W&L. If you dropped a ball, an AA would pick it up for you. We looked and played like a bunch of guys just enjoying the summer, and we did.
Having just graduated from hs I felt a sense of magic about me. For most of us that summer, a lot had changed in the past few years. But not nearly as much as the game we played. We had only to look at the name on the t-shirts we wore as jerseys to know why.
STX, our sponsor, had stepped up and changed the old game for good, and it came so easily and so naturally that I doubt many people even noticed.
Over the course of three seasons the wood stick had vanished. In its place was the STX creation, a plastic molded thing perched on a wood handle that let you do things with the ball that you would never have considered before.
It was a special time making new friends back in the day...when life seemed more genuine and less complicated.
"no one in the world is called Omar Sharif. Your name must be Fred." P.O'T