Not that you'll ever see this in real life.

I hesitate to say no one at Northwestern cares about lacrosse.

But no one at Northwestern cares about lacrosse.

We all feel guilty. Some of us go to games, many even understand the game, and we all endure a few lengthy conversations about how awesome it is that the lacrosse team has won the national tournament yet again.

And yet we simply don’t care about lacrosse. This is one of Northwestern’s biggest embarrassments, and also symbolic of a more serious, nation-wide epidemic (we don’t watch girls sports, blah blah blah, I’m not getting into it here). Our lacrosse team wins the national championship four times. The Daily publishes multi-page spreads on our gem of a lacrosse program. We should be proud.

And technically, we are. It’s a bragging point, something for tour guides to spout off after “our football team couldn’t win a game if Dean Lavine were penning the write-up” and “our students score more than our basketball team.” But beyond the one day after winning the championship, don’t expect to hear one word about the team.

I don’t mean to paint a miserable picture of Northwestern’s school spirit. We get dressed up for football games, sometimes. But the day we stream to the new lacrosse stadium to watch our purple-clad ladies toss the tiny little lacrosse ball up and down the field… well, it simply doesn’t exist.

Although once I was walking home from SPAC when I saw two lacrosse players walk in front of me. Kind of held my breath. Individual lacrosse players are gods, although no Greg Oden.

Maybe next year I will trek up to north campus and watch a game, but it doesn’t look likely. Hate to be a hypocrite but that’s how most of the Wildcats work, too. No one gives a shit about lacrosse, and for a few days late spring quarter we all feel bad for not giving a shit.

But then it’s football season and maybe, just maybe, we’ll beat The Ohio State University. Because it’s better to obsessively follow our losing football team than waste time watching chicks run around in tight shorts. At least I understand football.

-Sloane