Lacrosse

Barry settled into the couch, the worn brown fabric moulding around him as he picked up the remote. There weren’t a lot of channels for him to choose from, and he didn’t really know how the cable set up worked here. It wasn’t the same as in the UK and honestly he couldn’t really be bothered with getting up and changing wires and things at the box. He settled on a sports match. Wasn’t really sure what it was but it would do to entertain him for the twenty minutes or so he had before Rachel got home and then he’d be dragged into whatever she wanted to do. It seemed to be hockey but with nets at the end of the stick. Although they didn’t have, or obey at least, the stick below the waist rule. They seemed to carry the ball in the net as high as they could. Wouldn’t get away with that back home. He scratched his stomach as he watched the sport that he thought looked like it belonged in Harry Potter more than college.