Scane and her stick have always made noise. Maybe too much.
“We would be on vacation, and she would be doing wall ball against the brick wall at our cottage [against] a chimney right behind the TV in the living room. We’d say, ‘Isabelle, just stop.’ And she’d be like, ‘No, I’ve got to practice,’” said James Scane, Izzy’s brother and a fifth-year midfielder at Robert Morris. “I wish I could say we watch TV in peace, but she still does it.”
James Scane is the oldest of the four siblings, followed by Izzy, Griffin and Cormac. When he started playing lacrosse in the sixth grade, the others got hooked, too.
Izzy Scane preferred gymnastics. She loved the vault and the beam, but her coaches saw she had more fun running around the gym than the actual gymnastics events, so they pushed her to get onto a field instead.
James Scane remembers watching one of her first games, seeing how the coaches would instruct the middle-school girls to shoot: more of a soft flick than an actual shot. So when his sister came home, they went to the backyard and learned the real way to shoot. “Put the stick as far back behind your head as you can,” he would say, “and put everything you’ve got into it.”
These influences are undeniable in the style of play that Izzy Scane has since developed — the blend of skill, speed, strength and size. She knows exactly how to move her body to beat a dodge or how to best fall to avoid an injury. She knows how to find the best angles for a high-powered shot and how to best execute it.
As her family dove deeper into lacrosse — packing the family van on weekends for trips to tournaments in Maryland and Pennsylvania — Scane’s potential became increasingly evident. She earned a starting position almost immediately for Courter at Cranbrook Kingswood.
Lacrosse wasn’t big in Michigan. Scane was a natural scorer and could have racked up 10-plus goals per game, but she was also humble. (On her Hudl page, there’s a highlight video called “Me Missing Shots.”)
So Scane turned elsewhere to prepare for the next level. After a chance meeting at a tournament in Lake Placid, she joined Mass Elite, a club outside Boston. “It didn’t take too long to get used to the speed and how these teams play with confidence,” she said, “even if I was scared in my own head coming up against girls who’d been playing since they were 2.”
Growing up in the Midwest, Scane followed Northwestern at the peak points of its NCAA championship-winning dynasty. She remembers telling her parents that she would one day play for them. They laughed. But as Scane grew older, it became an increasingly realistic expectation.
“About her sophomore year, I had dinner with the Scanes and I said, ‘You know I’ve been watching Northwestern quite a bit these days, and she could play there right now,’” Courter said. “They both looked at me like I was crazy.”