Opening Days

Starters from the Fall '12 scrimmage
(L-R: Thayer, Grant, Holbrook, X, Drolette, Bone, Ya boy, Bo, Gaff, Adam)

'Tis official- the 2013 campaign has begun for THE University of Massachusetts Dartmouth men's lacrosse team.

On Saturday morning, the boys and myself waited impatiently in the lower level of the Tripp Center for equipment handout. During that, Larry got yelled at for being late and it was funny (the Monday before he was actually late for a team meeting as well because he was on the couch watching documentaries on the WCW and nWo). After everyone got their numbered bag with a sweat suit, swishy suit, laundry bag and blue & gold dome we moved into the new locker rooms for the first time. We even got a fresh new fooseball table- what other Division III team that you know has one something like that? Or any college team for that matter. I can't wait until we get fresh name tags for our cubby lockers so we look wicked official. 

Let me just say that the new locker room is absolutely unreal. Huge upgrade to what we've had in the past. That and all of the other renovations that were done over the summer at the Tripp Athletic Center- including a new training room. All joking aside the school really did do a great job with those additions, same goes for the renovations to the library that I got to peep today. 

23 hours later, the clock struck 8am and plyo lines began followed by team stretch. Then everything got real again. Regardless if we were in the gym or not. Kids were flying around everywhere and drills looked sharp. Pretty impressive for a group on a Sunday morning if I do say so myself. However there was most definitely a lack of traction which made for a handful of tumbles- most notably Larry's roughly 15 minutes into practice. The new freshman mildly proved that they provide a shred of usefulness, maybe they keep that up? 

Today, day two, whole different story. I can't speak for the rest of the team, but this was something I hadn't done since high school... 6am practice. It was a serious slap in the face reminding me that the season had started when I, 1. heard my obnoxious alarm blare in my ear at 4:45am, and 2. walk out the front door of my house with Larry, Justin, and Bone and within 5 seconds feel my face peeling off in the cold while the cows across the street moo'd a ton. Even under the circumstances though, the team still looked better than what you'd expect for the second day back on the job. 

All in all, everyone is seemingly happy to be back. I know myself a bunch of other kids are. We're fired up to surprise some people in Division III this year and have our eyes set on an LEC title.

I'll keep these posts a little bit routine and end it with another ill movie quote. This time from The Patriot (Which is Mel Gibson's best flick and better than Braveheart), which could carry over to all who couldn't hit the net to save their lives the past couple of days..."What I tell you boys about shooting? Aim small, miss small".

Side note: I figured I'd mention that as I lied on the couch and wrote this entire thing, the Bs win on snip from David Krejci with under 2 minutes to go and an empty netter from the mad handsome Tyler Seguin. I then watched a 23 and 20 year old both over 6 feet tall turn the Pine Hill living room into a mini hockey and Tarp take Justin in the tilt.

Go Bs, go Cs

Cheers, No Regrets
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