The Shenandoah Valley is the setting for a women’s lacrosse team as they travel on a quest for a winning season. The Native American connection and the spirituality of The Creator’s Game are portrayed through the eyes of Kate Warner as she prepares for her final season at tiny Spotswood College. It is a season that borders on disaster and hints of glory. The teams’ destiny is forged by their schedule, in game-to-game, week-to-week challenges from opponents, starting in Maryland, and ending in North Carolina. The season originates in the cold spring of the Appalachians in the shadow of the Blue Ridge of Virginia.
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The experience and camaraderie of being a college athlete is uniquely portrayed through the team’s diversity. Cat, Marisol, and Brooke are the freshmen who face the challenge of the game as well as the discord that begins with a new coach. A coach intent on change, changes that weaken team spirit......But, the team regains its strength through the leadership of Kate, Taylor, and Andi; the captains. What they do is often dramatic and humorous. The Spotswood Stars are tested. The pulled hamstrings, bruises, and the stress of academic pursuits are only part of the distractions. Each distraction, each setback, exposes their character. The travel, the daily life…… The Stars run the gamut of emotions as they “team-up”, to defend and promote the ancient Native American sport of lacrosse. In the end, the younger players rise up to the captains’ challenge. In a crucible of conflict...the "Little Sisters of War" are created.
They had been practicing for two weeks, and today’s breakfast was a bonding ritual for the players. The first as this year’s edition of the Blue Ridge Bears Women’s Lacrosse Team. She squinted through the steamy haze into the mirror. This examination of her body was a ritual; usually she was annoyed with her appearance. This morning she noticed that the conditioning was beginning to show. Her body was slim and curved; it was a body that in the right places would draw plenty of attention.
Kate cupped her hands under her breasts and pursed her lips in a mock glamour pose. She eyed her body in the full-length mirror on the door.
“Nice boobs, killer legs, perfect ass, what more could you ask for?” She began the rest of the examination. “Round bruises on the outside of each thigh, one on the inside; several bruises on my ankles and calves, and a massive contusion on my butt that resembles a map of Australia. Then there is the split finger, and too many scrapes on my knuckles and arms to bother counting. A faint bruise from the rib I cracked the first day of practice… the trainers never even noticed.”
Kate chose not to recite the litany of prior seasons, the crescent scar above her eyebrow, the slight bump on the bridge of her twice broken nose, and the brain ready for the next concussion. She sucked in her already flat stomach, stuck out her breasts; put one hand on her hip. She felt invincible, the arrogance of a true athlete. Struck by her own reflected visage staring back at her from the steamy mirror, she flashed an affected and exaggerated smile.
“If I knocked out a few teeth, I might be able to make a living waiting tables, and turning tricks down at the I-81, Truck ~n~ Wash diner.”