Don't Crosse me

Like fly fishing, the sport of Lacrosse has taught me many things. I grew up in the heart of the games birthplace, The Iroquois Nation (its called Western NY now) where kids slept with their sticks and the relationships born because of the game ran deep into our souls.

I am one proud Dad right now as my little lefty starts his journey this season after already explaining to us that if he doesn't make the NHL, he wants to play Lacrosse at Syracuse (sorry Kermie). During a wall ball session  yesterday he wanted to learn how to roll dodge.....he's 6. This is going to be awesome!

Enjoy the video, it got my motor running this morning.

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