Lacrosse Tryouts

You arrive at the field bright and early. A lot of other guys are either already there or trickling in. As soon as you arrive the taller dark haired jock from the signup day walks up to you and claps your hand.

"Hey Ryan," he says. "We're about to get started."

Ah shit. "I'm sorry," you say. "What was your name again?"

"Jordan, it was Jordan," he grins at you. "I get it. A lot of people to meet in five days," he gestures toward the line of the students who are being observed by an adult, likely the coach. "That's Coach Mayfield. He'll be assessing you. He's the one who decides if you make the cut."

You want to look at Mayfield, but past him you notice the dark eyes of {if Know Taylor = 1}Taylor{else}the black head cheerleader.{endif} You follow Jordan's directions though and join the lineup.

You start with drills. Catching, throwing, using the stick. Running and jumping while holding it. Some of the prospective players end up tripping over their own sticks and falling, and each time this happens you're thankful that you've come out ahead.

After the general physical drills, you are put into position specific drills, testing out how well you'll do as in attack, in the midfield, in defense, or as a goalie. With all the rookies coming in, this ends up taking almost the entire day. It's also a lot of effort. You push yourself as hard as you can, and ultimately...

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