I Defy You To Take One Look At This Legend And Still Talk Shit On Lacrosse
A lot of folks don't know dick about anything when they're talking about lacrosse. They'll say shit like that lacrosse is for the "Chads and Brads who weren't good enough to make their JV baseball team". Or they'll say that it's for kids named Tristan who will have their lawyer dads sue you if you hit them. And sure, maybe lacrosse has a bit of an image problem on its hands since the sport went so deep into the bro culture during the mid 2000s. But it still couldn't be further from the truth. Because this right here? This is what lacrosse is all about.
Larry Lloyd. What a legend. What an absolute icon. The hair. The muzzie. The quads that pop off the screen. Larry Lloyd looks like the type of animal who will kick your ass on the field, crush a case of Miller Lite in the locker room by himself, head to the bar, take your old lady back home with him at the end of the night, wake up the next morning, do a couple quick sets at 225 on the bench in his garage, crush a pack of smokes by lunchtime, head back to the rink and do it all again. I'm telling you right now that there's a good chance that some of the people reading this blog right now could get a DNA test and you'd be traced back to Larry Lloyd. You want to talk shit on lacrosse? I hope you have fun talking shit on probably your dad or maybe grandpa.
Lacrosse isn't a sport for the "Chads and Brads". It's meant for legends like Larry Lloyd, whose kill count looks like the population of China. I just hope that Biz can uphold the legacy of LL.