In an effort to become cultured outside of the theatre scene in this town, we find ourselves on the other side of the river tonight, attending a Minnesota Swarm lacrosse match.
Having played first base for several years in my youth, I enjoy and understand the game of baseball. Sport-wise, pretty much everything else is beyond me.
Five minutes in, all I can say is that this is CRAZYBOAT.
The players are insanely talented, catching this tiny ball in a net on the end of a three foot long stick. As with many sports, the teams run back and forth across the pitch, attempting to score against the goal keeper.
Not only is fighting allowed, it seems to be encouraged. The fans go absolutely bonkers when players thrown down in fisticuffs. Every goal is followed by a victory dance to Chelsea Dagger by the Fratellis, and halftime entertainment showcases local pep band and dance school talent.
As first impressions go, lacrosse seems to be a bunch of soccer (every country except this one’s footballers) players wearing [American] football gear, running around with hockey sticks, and beating the living tar out of each other like they’re in the alley behind a pub after IRFU lost a match.
Thank goodness knitting is portable. It’s nice to have something to anchor me down between brawls on the field. There is also the (thankfully familiar) MNRG All Stars bout after the Swarm match.
What are YOU doing this fine Saturday night? Inquiring minds want to know. :)