We are in Glencoe, Maryland for the Trilogy shooters and goalies camp.

We spent 72 hours in the Jersey Shore, Chapel Hill, and the backwoods of Virginia. Now, we’re back to work with Trilogy in Sparks Glencoe, Maryland (real town name.)

Oh how we wish this camp had been available during our high school days. Fifteen shooters and fifteen goalies arrived Monday afternoon for instruction from six coaches. Not a bad ratio.

Kids came from all over Lax Nation for this event. Colorado, Texas, Virginia, Maryland, New Jersey, Connecticut, and Pennsylvania are represented.

The evening session was a little tune up for the week. Goalies were off by themselves being weird. Shooters worked on proper passing form using over hand, side arm, and behind the back motions before practing time and room shots for an hour.

Denison middie, Tanner Smith, and attackman, Colin Malloy, are here to help with the shooters. Hunter Lochte, one of the all time greatest lacrosse names, directed the shooting portion.

One of the campers asked if he was a lefty or righty.

Hunter simply said, “No.”

A couple mouths dropped when people realized he was being serious. Quite impressive.

He didn’t seem amused when we told him we were from Pittsburgh either. Ravens fans are so jealous.

Lochte was only filling in Monday night. The new shooting director arrives tomorrow and remains for the duration of camp. His name is Dave Metzbower, the former Princeton coach.

What an unbelievable opportunity for the players. (He wasn’t listed as a staff member.)

What an unbelievable opportunity for the coaches to work along side of him.

The weather is supposed to reach record temperatures this week. Don’t care. We get to work with 15 shooters and Coach Metzbower.

A tremendous honor.

Camp Notes

This camp is being held at an all girls boarding school that has a reputable riding program. In fact, the vice president of Mexico’s
daughter attends this school. We’re 82% sure if the campers get into any trouble its going to involve a horse.

We had to take a late night Wal-Mart run to buy lanyards for the room keys. The night staff wasn’t very friendly. We settled for pink shoe laces.

On the way home, we witnessed someone putting a possum into their pick up truck. It had red eyes and was possessed by Satan.

Then a deer crossed the road. Then we spotted another chilling on the side of the road.

As a result, pellet gun stories were shared. We were reminded of the time we killed a squirrel with a tennis ball in elementary school. Welp see ya later.

Stringing up the golden chrome Brine Blueprint X6 tomorrow. We’ve been practicing our Goldfinger accent. Pictures on Twitter.

Coach Metz. Wow.