Here are a few excerpts from Sweeney’s emotional and entertaining goodbye, titled “A Love Letter to Lacrosse.”
On playing for the love of the game: “No one plays lacrosse for the money or fame. They might … if there was any of either.”
On commuting to Bridgeport (Conn.) from his job in New York City as a rookie: “Do you know how to carry a six-foot lacrosse pole through Grand Central in a suit and wingtips when you’re late for your train? Well, I certainly didn’t. (Apologies, fellow travelers, for all the times I inadvertently skewered you with the stick as I was hustling by you.)”
On the sacrifice required for longevity as a professional lacrosse player: “We’re all sick bastards obsessed with proving we’re one of the best. The difference between the guys who say, ‘I could’ve played in the MLL for a few years’ and the guys who’ve really made a career out of it is that level of sacrifice and obsession.”
On getting cut from the U.S. team in 2002, falling short of gold in 2006 and winning it all in 2010: “It took eight years, but I finally got to hoist that plaque with my American teammates.”
On missing the birth of his son, Owen, because he was traveling for lacrosse and his wife, Angela, went into labor a month early: “Up until that moment in my life, I thought of myself as a pretty tough guy. But what Angela had to do that night? Alone? She’s an absolute savage.”
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