A high school game can remind you there’s something both elemental and joyful about sports.
As we approached the upper field at Genesee Park in southeast Seattle, the two teams were gathered in tight knots around their respective coaches. Bending into hear the final pre-game instructions, teammates growled encouragement to one another. Then with a shout of their team nickname each knot broke and the lacrosse match got under way.
In white, with purple trim, were the Garfield Bulldogs, the presumptive favorite with a 4-2 record. In black, gold trim, the Vashon Vultures at 2-4 on the season. The city versus country cast of the contest lent immediate drama. How would the country cousins fare against the city boys? Pre-game intelligence indicating that Garfield was both bigger and more experienced prepared us for witnessing a rout, but the Vultures jumped out in front quickly with two early scores.
Both teams looked to be highly focused. There was no sideline silliness or distraction. The somewhat menacing Darth Vader-like helmets worn by lacrosse players may contribute something to that, as well as to the appeal of the sport to young men.
“We’ve got ‘em back on their heels, don’t let up,” shouted the Vashon coach. Fifteen to 20 spectators sat or stood on the several sections of aluminum bleachers beneath an expansive blue and grey sky. Cloud formations rolled and raced north and east toward the lake.
Each team had about 20 players in uniform. Ten play at a time. Lacrosse, a sport rapidly gaining popularity in the U.S. and Canada, is an American original and is thought todate as early as A. D. 1100 among Native Americans, who once played with as many as 100 on a side. Matches ran from sunup to sundown.
After each score in lacrosse, there’s a “face-off” at mid-field with one player from each team laying his stick flat to the ground, then at the whistle trying to trap the ball and flip it out to a teammate while fending off the opposing player with his body. After that, lacrosse seems a hybrid of soccer — there’s lots of running — and hockey — there are sticks and a good bit of contact. Garfield came back to tie the game at 6-6 late in the second quarter, and we wondered, would the the Bulldogs run away with it now?
When a Garfield player went down with a twisted ankle, all the other players, on the field and the sidelines, “took a knee,” meaning they knelt on one knee, arms crossed on the other. It’s apparently the protocol for injury time outs that everyone kneels and maintains silence. Nice. When the injured player got back on his feet there was light applause. Then all the others popped up as well, and the game was on again.
From the south side of the upper Genesee playfield you can look down the 57.7-acre Genessee Park toward Lake Washington and Sayres Pits, where the Seafair Hydroplane races take place each year in August. Before the Lake’s water level was lowered by the Lake Washington Cut in 1917, the park area had been a wetland, dubbed “Wetmore Slough.” Early residents of nearby Columbia City had visions of dredging Wetmore Slough to create a fresh-water port at the northern edge of Columbia City. Looking north, you can see how the idea would make sense to them. There’s a continous open valley from Columbia City to the Lake.
The Park is a green swath bounded to the north by Lake Washington and covering the low meadow between hillsides that veers west toward Rainier Avenue at its southern end. It is bisected by Genesee Street running east to west. “Genesee” apparently means “beautiful valley” in the language of the Seneca.
In 1947, the slough, having lost most of its prospects as a waterway, was purchased by the city for a dump. From 1947 to 1963, it was operated as a landfill, meaning that Seattle’s garbage provides the foundation for today’s sports fields, off-leash dog area, picnic shelter and playgrounds, as well as restored meadowland and native bird habitat.
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