The center for lacrosse in the US is Johns Hopkins, where I went to
school--it houses the Lacrosse Hall of Fame. So of course all undergrads
had to do a lacrosse stint. They taught us that a horizontal blow was ok,
it was difficult to differentiate from an honest attempt to get the ball,
whereas a motion to implant the hook end of the stick in the opponent's
skull was too obvious and to be avoided.
years later I was in baltimore during the final game of the lacrosse world
series, US against Australia. The Australians played an elegant game and
got creamed. There were more of them injured on the sidelines than on the
field. M=ust have been an education for them in fair play US-style.
Mark
At 09:47 PM 4/7/2005, you wrote:
>From: "Joanna Boulter" <[log in to unmask]>
>
> > And don't *ever* play lacrosse if you wear glasses, even if you have to
> > forge a note from your mum to get out of it.
> >
> > best joanna
>
>And there I thought lacrosse was simply a polite name to explain how you
>excused knocking someone's head off with a stick and smiling sweetly and
>getting out from under.
>
> More fool me.
>
> <g>
>
> R.
>
>I didn't have much sense, but I sure as hell knew enough not to mess with
>girls with sticks.
>
>The one mistake I made was in the course of a Lufbro/Nottingham cricket
>match, and there was this secretary winding up to throw a ball at me, I and
>I suddenly realised that she was less interested in knocking out my stumps
>than knocking my head open.
>
>I ducked -- sometimes cowardice is the best policy, and I didn't exactly
>relish being on the wrong end of a cricket ball heading my way at 90 miles
>an hour.
>
> She missed.
>
> Fortunately.
>
> Len Hutton.
>
>That wasn't so bad -- bad was when the idiots arranged a staff/student rugby
>match, and they carted-off half the staff on stretchers.
>
>Quite amazing how much venom the kids seemed to have built-up.
>
> R.
>
>I knew a bit about what was going to happen -- so I might be stupid, but no
>WAY was I ever going to get involved in a staff/student rugby match.
>
>At that, I'd have prolly been K -- the three nastiest hitmen among the
>students were my private bratpack, so I suppose they'd have been a bit
>cautious about actually killing me, but that left a bit of leeway when it
>came to breaking ankles or legs, and I knew perfectly well what Mike,
>Gareth, and Steve were capable of, so no WAY was I about to get on a pitch
>with them.
>
> Fun to watch, though.
>
> <g>
>
> R.
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