My Trip to the Land of Cheese
So yeh. Jace has come to Columbus like, a billion times so I finally set aside two weeks for me to come over.
So..I landed in Midway (chicago) which getting out of was a nightmare in itself. We had to drive through the southside of Chicago... which isn't pretty to begin with... and then make the hour and a half journey to Milwaukee, where we stayed w/ RJ.
Milwaukee was one of the highlights of the trip. We went to this liquor store that had beer as far as the eye could see. Basically every city in Wisconsin has at least one of their own breweries. Then the lax tourny..
So I played with basically the only kids from Wisconsin who went somewhere for college, or were just baller in general. We easily beat the first team like 15-5 and I scored a goal off of the faceoff. I just pushed it forward, scooped it up, split dodge from left to right then fired stick side-hip. Hit the goalie's stick and went in. I think that was like, my fifth goal ever outside of practice?
Second game was probably more fun, because these guys thought they were the shit. I almost got in a fight with a guy who had an inferiority complex after his shit-talking did nothing to me. On the faceoff, just to be an asshole I'd try to break his wrists by just jamming him. Then if he was guarding me or vice-versa I just poke checked him with my metal butt end in the ribs or stomach then got away before he could do anything, haha. We won like 13-4.
Third game was ultimate bullshit. It was the championship game and we had perhaps the worst ref in the history of lacrosse. Now, I had heard stories from Brad & Jace freshman year about how bad this guy was, but I didn't believe the extent of how bad this guy was. We had two play-on goals turned away by "inadvertant whistle" and we lost by 1. Not only that, but there was 1:35 left in the fourth quarter. They were called for a 1minute slash, then as soon as the penalty was released.. the game was over. Oh, did I mention that we also had the ball and our best offensive player was driving to the cage? After the game, I asked the ref's (the head one, specifically) if he knew how to count time and then thanked them for a wonderful championship game. I also made sure that everyone heard me tell Sid he was the worst fucking referee I've ever seen.
So..I landed in Midway (chicago) which getting out of was a nightmare in itself. We had to drive through the southside of Chicago... which isn't pretty to begin with... and then make the hour and a half journey to Milwaukee, where we stayed w/ RJ.
Milwaukee was one of the highlights of the trip. We went to this liquor store that had beer as far as the eye could see. Basically every city in Wisconsin has at least one of their own breweries. Then the lax tourny..
So I played with basically the only kids from Wisconsin who went somewhere for college, or were just baller in general. We easily beat the first team like 15-5 and I scored a goal off of the faceoff. I just pushed it forward, scooped it up, split dodge from left to right then fired stick side-hip. Hit the goalie's stick and went in. I think that was like, my fifth goal ever outside of practice?
Second game was probably more fun, because these guys thought they were the shit. I almost got in a fight with a guy who had an inferiority complex after his shit-talking did nothing to me. On the faceoff, just to be an asshole I'd try to break his wrists by just jamming him. Then if he was guarding me or vice-versa I just poke checked him with my metal butt end in the ribs or stomach then got away before he could do anything, haha. We won like 13-4.
Third game was ultimate bullshit. It was the championship game and we had perhaps the worst ref in the history of lacrosse. Now, I had heard stories from Brad & Jace freshman year about how bad this guy was, but I didn't believe the extent of how bad this guy was. We had two play-on goals turned away by "inadvertant whistle" and we lost by 1. Not only that, but there was 1:35 left in the fourth quarter. They were called for a 1minute slash, then as soon as the penalty was released.. the game was over. Oh, did I mention that we also had the ball and our best offensive player was driving to the cage? After the game, I asked the ref's (the head one, specifically) if he knew how to count time and then thanked them for a wonderful championship game. I also made sure that everyone heard me tell Sid he was the worst fucking referee I've ever seen.