Back in 2000, I ventured onto the lacrosse field in a way that I had never done before. I wasn’t carrying my lacrosse gear, my goalie stick or my coaches hat. I wasn’t carrying a goal or meeting with fellow friends to play, teach or spectate. This time, I was walking on the field as “the enemy”, at least in my deluded eyes of the time this is what I thought.
I was entering the field as an official, and honestly, it was weird.