The day the cops came to practice

A good Steele story that has kept replaying itself in my head the last few days:

We show up to practice one day at Buder Park (why do I miss that sh*thole so much now?) to find a group of soccer coaches on our field, setting up for a tournament that was supposed to take place later that weekend. They're setting up shop in all of the surrounding fields, but have parked their truck in the middle of our lacrosse field. All of us get ready, run out to the field (always run, never walk), and are terrified of the possibility of a conditioning practice, which was a distinct possibility at that point. While we're throwing around, Sennett comes running up to the field. We congregate near the sideline, waiting for Coach to tell us what to do. He doesn't stop, but instead runs to the middle of the field, inspects the truck, and find that the keys are inside of it. To Sennett, the logical solution to this problem is... move the truck. He hops in and takes it to what he feels is a safe distance away from the field. We're in the middle of line drills when we see a police car drive up to the field. The soccer guys had called the cops on Sennett. Anyway, he goes over there to talk to them, and progressively raises his voice to the point of screaming at the cop. He's furious, and all of us agree that he looks like he's yelling at a ref in the middle of one of our games. When the cop starts to (or pretends to) write him a ticket, Sennett cools down (at least on the outside) and somehow manages to walk away from the situation, untouched by the law. We're all laughing at him as he comes back to practice, but it's obvious that he doesn't think it's funny at this point. And there you have it, the day when the cops showed up to lacrosse practice.

To a man who taught me all that I know about pride, confidence, humility, and the game of lacrosse, you will be greatly missed.

Steve Grelle "T-Rex"
Class of '05