Game Day.

It was October 2006. As I jogged off the Holy Cross field, taking my helmet off, tears rushed down my face.

It was over.

Seton field hockey was over forever.

Elizabeth Seton field hockey was my fall family in high school. We were friends on and off the field. I knew where each one of those girls was going to be on the field at any given time and they knew I would do everything and anything I had to do to keep the ball from crossing over the line. We had game day rituals and pregame routines. They knew what to do to pump me up and I knew what to say to get them psyched.

We were teammates.
We were friends.
We were sisters.

Now it's September 2010, almost 4 years later. Four years and I again find myself saying a Hail Mary every time I enter into my circle. I again find myself making a sign of the cross with my goalie stick on my cage. I find myself making new game day rituals and pregame routines.

Most importantly, I find myself realizing that Seton field hockey isn't any less because of this. It isn't being overshadowed and it isn't making it harder for this to be important to me. In fact it's inspiring me, it's pushing me, and it's reminding me to enjoy every second I have left of this sport.


Today was my first collegiate game and I got to start.

I got to start!!!

Isn't that exciting?!?!?!


I started and secured my first shutout. We were up 3-0 at halftime, so my coach put in the other goalies. We won 4-1 against Goucher college.

We won!!

It was amazing and I can't wait to play again this weekend.



I love field hockey, and I love these girls. I feel confident in the cage and I have complete confidence in my team. But most importantly, our team has heart. We play this game because we love it and you can see it on our faces. We want to be out there and we give everything we have the whole game. And honestly, what's the point if you do any less?

These girls are my teammates. These girls are my friends. These girls are my sisters.