I asked one the coaches to roll out a ball for me to which I charged at like there was no tomorrow, roared ‘ball’ as I scooped it up then turned to run towards the hill where I dropped my stick, and in a demonstration of passion sprinted up the hill. Knowing I had the full attention of the kids in that group, I fervently dropped for what many would consider a best-in-class barrel roll.
“Thump. Roll, Roll, Roll, Roll, Roll, and then came the Thump again.
There I was, a 40-year-old man rolling down a moderately sized hill on a cold rainy April weekend in a practice I wasn’t even the coach for trying to show these boys, barrel rolls?
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