There’s something surreal about walking into a field in a foreign country, lacrosse stick in hand, and seeing nothing but puzzled stares. The sun beats down, unfamiliar languages swirl around you, and you start wondering if you’ve just become a traveling salesman trying to pitch a game few have ever seen.
This is what it feels like to introduce men’s lacrosse to another country.
Lacrosse—or “lax,” as those of us in the know like to call it—is an art. A battle. It’s fast, it’s gritty, it’s raw. And as a coach, your job isn’t just to teach the drills or break down the playbook. You’re a translator, taking the spirit of the game and reshaping it for a completely different world. But here’s the kicker—you’re not just importing a sport. You’re selling a philosophy. But to sell it, first, you need sticks. Helmets. Gloves. Good luck with that.