Why Your Kid Should Play Lacrosse (According to a Formerly Cynical Old Man Who’s Seen a Few Things)
Let’s be honest. Most sports were cooked up by guys who were bored. Basketball? Invented indoors because it was cold out. Rugby? Some kid broke the rules and kept running. Cool stories, sure—but they don’t carry the weight of myth. Lacrosse, though? That one’s got soul.
This game wasn’t invented—it was born. Carried on the shoulders of warriors, danced into existence by the Iroquois and other Native American nations long before some guy in gym shorts was scribbling Xs and Os on a chalkboard. They didn’t play for trophies or scholarship offers. They played for the Creator. To honor, to heal, to settle scores. A game that was more than a game. And here’s the kicker: that heritage isn’t tucked away in some dusty museum—it’s still part of the fabric of every faceoff, every pass, every ground ball.