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English
The sidelines of the first youth lacrosse game of the year were a surprisingly loud event. The parents clearly knew the rules much better than I did. I had no idea what was happening. Court had tried to explain the mechanics of the game to me, but it just made little sense.
So, I watched him in his natural element and tried not to laugh when I overheard some of the moms going on about how hot the coach was. Couldn’t blame them for that assessment. It was half the reason I braved the brisk October temperatures.
The referee blew the final whistle for the game. Court’s team had lost terribly. They’d only had a few weeks of practice, and it was a brand-new team. So, it wasn’t surprising, but it was disappointing.
After slapping hands with the other team, everyone huddled up aro
