LAX

Here you see them, R, B, and D. Behind D, A. And I know the people over to the left as well, but we'll leave them be for now. We are all watching a great Lacrosse match on a blustery, shivery afternoon. You see A & D cleverly remembered that even though the day is overcast, sunglasses protect the eyes. As well, you see A remembered her coffee, which we all must do to make it through long, chilly afternoons.
Last week's game was in Tacoma, in my favorite treelined yuppified Tacoma neighborhood, Proctor. During the game, the heavens opened up and dumped an entire ocean on us, left us gasping for oxygen and wet to the bone. The day was not warm. The water did not stop falling. Umbrellas were purely decorative.
For me, D is why I brave the weather. He loves this game. He loves really all games played with balls that permit you to use your hands. He loves to absorb statistics about professional and top amateur players, and talk like a player.
So, for the moment, Lacrosse Über alles. And baseball. And then, when the seasons shift, basketball. And so on.
Noteworthy - in Lacrosse, gear matters. Not that your baseball glove or bat doesn't, but this is a whole other thing. D (& E in preparation for adding the sport to his roster next season) spend a lot of time tinkering with the heads, drilling holes in the sticks, taping the sticks, making the gear personal.
And, it turns out, drilling is permitted in the living room. Who knew?