Last Saturday, I took my boys over the county line to take on arguably the most intimidating school in Virginia 5/6A North. This secondary school has an enrollment of 5,000, a hallway a quarter-mile long, lacrosse alumni sprinkled throughout D-I and multiple recent state championships. And we rolled into their donor-named stadium, depleted by spring break and injuries, with only 17 guys dressed.
And we beat the breaks off ’em.
Boy, were we firing. Our passing was precise and our off-ball movement was smart. We poured in goals from looks on the crease. We rode hard and earned extra possessions. We dominated faceoffs and won every ground ball in the middle third of the field. On defense, we packed it in and let them bomb from the outside. Our keepers ate popcorn all day.
Remember our tiny attackman from Vol. 2 who rides like a savage and knocks kids out? He was at it again. This time he got called for a cross-check after burying an opposing defenseman who tried to face dodge him. I guess the word’s getting around to officials to look out for Coach Shears’ dawgs.
This 7-0 victory made me so proud of my guys. They’re a coach’s dream. They come out with intensity without us having to ask for it. They’re focused on the mission. They never get too high or too low. And they play their game the same way, regardless of what team is lined up across from them.
I realize this isn’t something to take for granted. Not every team I ever coach will have all these intangible qualities that make them great. But while I’m here, I’m sure going to enjoy the ride.
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