(I didn't specify this before, but they are meeting at the local park. Sorry for that lack of information, I hope not to make a mistake like that again)
*Ponyville Park, 4:00 P.M.*
It took less time than I initially thought to get all the necessary gear from my shop to the park, the most difficult being lugging the goals in place. Today was an amazing day to play lacrosse; it was warm, but with a cooling breeze blowing to the south. I decided to take out my old pads, as musty as they were, still fit perfectly. The game had changed so much since I had last played, one example being the looks(and safety) of the helmets. I carefully eyed the last helmet I bought, yes it was still made of the hard plastic outer shell, but the face mask was flatter and did not cover the neck as well as the new ones did. As I slipped on my shoulder pads, something stuck out from the bottom of my bag; it was something I had held dear since I was a little filly.
*9 years ago*
I carefully picked up the first piece of memorabilia I had ever receive, it was Mitch Marelisle jersey, and although he is long into retirement, I can still remember that game. Slim and I had won tickets during a shooting competition and decided to get his dad to take us to the game. That game was what made me want to get into the PLL, and furthermore, play box lacrosse. On that night I saw more fights than I had ever seen in my life, and the best part was, fighting was a penalty but it only had a five minute reprimand. That wasn't even the best part to me, no that in the third quarter, and it's what made me change from an offensive middie, to LSM. In the fourth quarter, the Blazers were seriously dominating the scoreboard, even with Mitch in the penalty box. I forget the name of the other player, but the following hit most likely forget his own name too. Coming straight out of the penalty box, Mitch ran full speed and trucked through him, and that alone gave me the biggest adrenaline rush I had ever experienced!
*Ponyville Public Park, 4:40 P.M.
"Mr.Theta, you there?", that southern accent again breaking me from my trance
"Uhhhhh- Oh hey there Ms. AppleJack. I got all the gear you guys will need over in those containers. Get the pads on, and lets get started!", I said half out of reality. The next twenty minutes were a confused chaos to say the least. The Mare, which I assumed was Rainbow Dash from the multicolored mane, had not only put her arm pads on upside down, but had managed to take off the chin guard from the helmet completely."Hey, you need some help?", I offered.
"Well uhh, su-sure... As you can see, I'm a bit confused. Hehehe",She responded, blushing like there was no tomorrow.
"First off take the arm pads off, you have them on upside down, which would explain why they don't fit around your wrists better,",I corrected as she took off the arm pads,"As for the helmet, put it on and I'll fit it for you." The helmet slid on with ease, and all I had to do was tighten the straps a little bit, and she was good to go. I did a quick check, and besides a few wobbly helmets, everypony was ready.
"Alright guys, gather round and lets do this!", I said as they started gathering around. So far were 5 mares, 3 little fillies, and 1 green haired little, uhhh, colt? "Huh, seems like you guys are missing someone, but no matter it'll be a great competition anyway!", I said, a borderline scream,"Alright to get started you guys should know how to face off. It's a simple concept, basically rest your stick's parallel to each others, pocket tucked in and next to the ball, and when I blow the whistle, you will clamp down and try to pull the ball out. After that you will battle to pick up the ball, run to the goal with it, and throw the ball into the goal. Since we have 5 adults and 4 kids, we'll split up the competition accordingly. First lets run a few practice rounds, then we'll start for real.", I finished, stoked to finally be teaching the game again.
About forty minutes later, I determined everypony had a good feel for the face off, so I blew my whistle and shouted,"Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle, y'all are up!" As the two mares got into position I started the faceoff like I remembered,"Down...Set...*TWEET*"
I could tell the rainbow haired one was going to win, as it was obvious she was a natural athlete, even on her legs. Within a minute Rainbow Dash had scored, and proceeded to do a victory dance."Okay..., next is AppleJack and Rarity!" and again I started it with the whole "Down, Set, (Whistle sound goes here)."
"Wahhhhh, AppleJack darling please be careful! I just got a ponypeti, and I would rather not go back again so soon!" Rarity complained.
"Hehehe, y'all dont stand a chance! You shouldn't be worried bout your nails, instead y'all should be focused on tryna keep up!", AppleJack snorted. As expected, AppleJack won and had marginally beat the delicate, purple haired mare. "Okay, uhhh since we don't have an even number, I guess I'll go up against...Pinkie Pie!",this excited me more than anything, and if she was as high energy as I had heard, then I was in for a challenge.
"Hey Rainbow, you mind calling it?"
"Sure, not a prob Theta!"
Now, I had to tone down how physical I got, and marginally. Not too much, she was a mare after all! "Down,Set,*TWEET*", I clamped down on the ball, and had found that the sugar crazed mare had easily beaten me, and was giggling profusely. As she pulled the ball out, I snuck around her and scooped up the ball, and it was amazing! I hadn't felt like this in years, however I wasn't as in shape as I was two years ago, and within a second the pink haired one had the ball and was running down field; in a hopping/skipping motion. Despite the peculiar way she moved, I couldn't keep up, and was easily burnt."Great job Pinkie! You easily had me beat!"
"Thanks Theta,OHMYGOSHTHATWASSOFUN! Lets do it again!" Pinkie Pie spoke faster than a machine gun shot bullets.
(Thats it for now, will most likely skip the CMC and Spike competions, if you want me to do them I will, but it is very hard to put into words what a Brave Heart, and this chapter has taken over 3 hours to write. Again only constructive criticism please!)