There is nothing quite like stepping on the Lacrosse field. It reminds me of an ancient Roman gladiator stepping into the coliseum, waiting to face another, willing to fight for his own life. I get the rush, the spike of adrenaline that gets all my systems pumped to 200%. I feel the awe of the other team, which fuels through my veins. When I put on my helmet I not only feel safer, I feel as though I am invincible, as though I can take on any foe. When the whistle blows I prepare myself for the oncoming assault ready to stand my ground and defend my goal with my brethren. I will not surrender I will play until the whistle blows, no sooner. Right now all of this writing about what I love to do best is getting me not only pumped but angry. Why do I have to write about what I love, when I can go and fight likes the others? But alas, I cannot. I can only imagine what it would be like to fight by my kin to the death to protect my goal. But I guess if I will die then nobody will remember me. I feel so lonely, dying all by myself with no one to help me. But if my team, my unit survives, then it is worth it all.