In the drill, Big Juke started sprinting straight toward Bones, and for some reason, Bones started heading towards him too, even though he was supposed to stay back and read the play. The only problem was that Bones lost con- trol of his size fourteen battleships and, well,

I’ve played lacrosse my whole life and I’ve never seen anything like it.

When Bones lost his footing, his stick drove directly into the ground, and like a pole vaulter, he not only went up and over his stick but he cleared over the top of Timmy O’Mara, who no longer needed to bother with making one of his deadly moves. And that’s not all.

Bones landed butt-first right in a water bucket that was probably too close to the field to begin with, but still, he ended up soaked in the shorts, and it took me and Conrad Swanson to pry him out.

If it wasn’t bad enough that all the kids were laughing at Bones, it was even worse that Coach Koffler, who was a stickler for sportsmanship, just stood there laughing so hard he had tears coming down his cheeks and could barely control himself enough to blow the whistle.

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