7 Reasons I Love My Lacrosse Team

7 Reasons I Love My Lacrosse Team

Here are 7 reasons I will always love my lacrosse team, no matter what!
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While entering my second year as one of Randolph Wildcats, I wanted to list just some of the reasons why I love my lacrosse team!

1. We are actually a team

No matter what happens we all come together for the love of lacrosse, and we stay a team off the field too.

2. They actually care


They know when you're off of your game whether it be during practice, or in class.

3. They are entertaining

Remember when you played Hungry Humans and I watched because I had hit my head? Ah, good times!

4. Inside jokes

Too many to count, none that I will I'll say.

5. They know what gets you hype

Look mama I made it to game day!

6. You do things together all the time

D-hall anyone? Skeller? If you ever feel lonely there is no doubt they will be there with you if you ask.

7. You can feel the family vibes

No matter what happens we can count on each other to be there and support us. Cliché? Yes. True? Always.

Cover Image Credit: Randolph College Women's Lacrosse Team

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my dad was nothing if not a good coach. He had a good understanding of the game and he let us all try our hand at positions we were curious about but being his daughter presented some tricky situations. On more than one occasion, the short 15-minute ride from the soccer field back to our house after practice became a time for harsh critique and arguments that we often brought home to my mom... sorry mom.

That wasn't all though, I knew as an athlete that you were supposed to leave it all on the field. If your team won, soak it in and move on. If your team had a tough loss, be upset about it for a second and move on, but when your dad is your coach, it's a little harder to do.

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