Ciao from Italia Red Hot Buffs. It's the day before the big DU vs. CU battle and I couldn't be more jealous. Growing up in Princeton watching Coach Tierney, I would have loved to have been able to be there on the field tomorrow. As of late I've been putting my lax stick on the back burner and concentrating more so on living like an Italian. I'm spending the semester studying in a small northern city near Venice called Ferrara and, while I'm bummed I'm missing out on all the fall ball festivities back in Boulder, I have managed to put together a little fall ball regimen of my my own. So far it entails: eating really well and eating a lot, doing a push-up or two eventually maxing out around eighteen or so, and finally, simply just laxing. A month ago when I arrived I thought the final characteristic would have been the hardest to achieve. Do Italians even know what lacrosse is? If so will it be close to where I'm living? Should I just switch to soccer like everyone else? As it ended up, like anything else these days when you want something, I found it via Google. A quick "lacrosse in Italy" search and a couple exchanges of broken Italian later and I found myself on a twenty minute train ride for my first practice with the Bologna Sharks, one of six teams in Italy.
Once at practice things went pretty smoothly and I was surprised to find that the Bologna Sharks swim in a pretty intimidating school of three. There's Emanuele, the goalie, captain, coach, equipment manager, founder, and lacrosse enthusiast. Managing the midfield is another Emanuele, a sort-of quieter and less lacrosse enthused Emanuele. Finally, holding down the d-block is Cristian, always with cigarette in mouth ready for the post-practice hang out.
|Getting suited up|
|Been trying to help him out with his helmet tilt but obviously still got a ways to go|
|Emanuele number two|
|On loan from the Bologna Sharks from the Colorado Buffaloes|
|From the Colorado Buffaloes|
|To the Torino Bulls|