Weekend in A2

Back in Ann Arbor for a little lacrosse, and there's a ten year old, wide eyed freak kid with me. It's fun. He did get an earful of Division I lacrosse coaching, which was funny. If he didn't know the 'F' word when he got here, he sure does now. It felt good to step back into Oosterbaan with lacrosse balls bouncing all around and a familiar face, that just happened to be Lacrosse Magazine's Man of the Year, putting his troops through their paces. Of course, Reece lasted about an hour and a half before I spied him playing games on his iTouch. Ten year olds don't exactly have impressive attention spans, and with all those indian rubber balls bouncing around, it was best to either get my nephew a helmet, or sneak out of Oosterbaan.

So as Uncle B tapes up random strangers at his Kinisio Taping Clinic, we're chilling on the Athletic Campus while the snow falls in giant flakes. Some skating at Yost later...some swimming in the hotel pool...surely more iTouch...surely an early bed time.