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The easy humour fades from Cody’s face as something catches his eye over my shoulder. Turning, I look to see silver jerseys moving intricately across the field, performing some sort of group running drill. Immediately, I zero in on the object of my captain’s concern.
Vector Vin. The guy who single-handily put Taber’s fourth year goalie in the emergency room last year.Afterthe shot was made. Meaning, the lumbering Saber went back for the kill after the ball was passed off to our defence.
The dude takes lacrosse to a whole new level of contact. Not to mention sets anger management therapy back hundreds of years.
That being said, watching the white-blond hair streaking in the wind, it’s hard to not be impressed. Vector has got to be at least 6’3 and closing in on 220lbs but he moves like a ballerina. Well, a ballerina with murderous intent.
Effortlessly catching the ball, Cody and I watch as Vector spins and passes the ball off to another player. No hesitation, no fumble.
If it weren’t for his impulsive aggressiveness, the guy would be the best lacrosse player in the league. It’s almost ironic that his most famous trait is the same one that’s holding him back. His uncontrollable temper is a loose cannon, one that not only puts everyone on the field in danger, but also diminishes the precision of his shots. When the red haze of anger sets in, Vector’s technique gets pushed to the side for raw aggression.
In other words, the more mistakes Vector makes, the more aggressive he gets. And the more aggressive he gets, the more mistakes he makes.
Picture Bruce Banner wearing a silver jersey, sporting long white-blonde hair, and holding a lacrosse stick. Now picture what would happen if the green monster got loose and there are no Avengers to calm him down.
Oh shit, indeed.
“Should we be worried?” The fact I am asking about my teammates’ safety and not a potential loss attests to a larger issue at hand.
“Rumour is Vector had to undergo counselling after the Coaldale incident.”
I am not a squeamish guy, but the photos ofthatinjury had me running for the closest washroom. Apparently it took over a year for the defenseman to be able to run again, let alone play lacrosse.
“Whether that’s true or not, I have no idea. Don’t let Vector get into your head, but make sure you keep a cautious eye out.”
Easier said than done when your position’s sole purpose is scoring. Even if I wanted to, chances are I’ll be facing the wrong direction if Vector decides to take down one of our defensemen or goalie.
I shoot a panicked look at Nico, who is putting on the last of his protective padding. Catching my glance, Cody is quick to reassure me, “I’ll watch out for him. No Saber is injuring any of my Tigers this year.”
Realistically, I know one guy can’t protect every player on the field, but looking at my captain right now, I feel better knowing he’ll do his best to make the statement true.
Lou
“Remind me again, what’s the half circle for?”
Stella sighs and leans back to let her brother explain the game for the umpteenth time.
“That’s the crease. The goalie and his teammates may enter the circle, but the opposing players cannot.”
“Ooh, so they have to shoot from outside the crease?” The legendary Mighty Mo shoots me a killer smile and I feel a blush warm my face. “Exactly.”
Stella’s brother is not at all what I was expecting. My roommate’s frame is so tiny, it only made sense to picture a taller, broader version of her. That assumption was wrong to a comical degree.
Mighty is the only word I can think to describe the legendary Mo. Tall even for a guy, with shoulders almost as wide as Cody’s, Mo looks more like a warrior than an athlete. I expected his eyes to be demin coloured similar to Stella's but that prediction also proved to be incorrect. Where Stella’s eyes dance with dark blue undertones, Mo’s irises are more like a frozen lake in the wintertime. Cold and pale. With the slightest glint of mischief.
The styled light brown hair is closer to what I was expecting. The shade matches Stella’s eyebrows perfectly, so now I’ve uncovered the colour hidden under the platinum. Unlike his sister, however, Mo keeps his hair relatively short with the trim sides leading into a slicked wave. Both of them are perfectly maintained in drastically different ways.
Approaching Stella’s brother in the bleachers was probably one of the most intimidating experiences of my life. The guy has the scariest resting bitch face I have ever seen, and if I hadn’t witnessed the way Mo’s demeanour changed upon seeing his younger sister, I definitely would have turned and ran. Rookie number twelve be damned.
Mo’s commanding presence takes some getting used to but otherwise he’s been nothing but lovely to me since we sat down. Apparently, his love for his sister extends to those sheloves as well, so we were able to get by the RBF quickly without incident.
I turn my attention back to the field and try to focus. I can’t even seethe ball being passed around - the only indication of its existence are the swarms of players that follow the invisible puck around.
Wait. Is there a difference between a ball and a puck?
“PLOW HIM DOWN, CODY!” Stella launches to her feet and screams the encouragement past three rows of spectators. If I had to describe my roommate with one word, subtle would definitely be it.
Cody for his part, either has superhuman hearing or is feeling extra aggressive, because next thing I know our team captain bodychecks the incoming silver player and sends the poor guy flying, giving our team the chance to swoop up the ball and haul it back to the opposing side.
