I gave today in the Loyola athletics giving challenge in honor of my 80’s ladies and a special shout out to my class of ‘86 teammates. It was an eclectic group of women, some were recruited and others like me never picked up a stick until we set foot on evergreen campus. In January of ‘83 in the old gym, Anne McCloskey taught many of us the importance of basic fundamentals, to “open the gate, close the gate” as we cradled, proper care of our old wooden sticks and the importance of getting our butt hand down to pick up ground balls (most important since most of the beginners couldn’t catch). We played without goggles, we played without boundaries, we played without fear because we had an imaginary bubble over our heads that no one would dare to check into except maybe Claire and Lisa but they were on our side so who cared. We didn’t start playing games until March, doesn’t that make sense? We wore mint green polyester kilts that reversed to dark green and our white jerseys had a matching itchy mint green collar but I thought I rocked that green tracksuit type warmup. We bought our own shoes, the practice shorts caused chafing and our trainer, well that’s a story for another day. We drove vans to most of the games, we rarely spent the night and when we did it was easily 4 to a room. We spent spring breaks at the William and Mary tournament playing on old dirt fields set up side by side. It seemed like we always ate at Arby’s because Anne liked roast beef sandwiches. We celebrated wins and losses at the Rat, our on campus bar where at least once Anne bought the first pitcher but my memory is a bit hazy about that.
No matter our skill level or number of years we played we are all a part of this amazing Loyola lacrosse family. We have come a long way since the 80’s but we couldn’t have done it without your support so please consider a gift to Loyola lacrosse and continue the tradition of giving so our women can continue to make you proud. #aintnodog #foreveranLCdog #aintnodoglike #strongtruthswelllived