J.C. Wolf
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At the time, this was as good as I could get it. But now, I'm not so sure. Maybe I could have dived into Wallace's personal life a little more, though I'm not sure it would have been appropriate, or necessary. Maybe I could have included some quotes from some of the kids ... I don't know.
Just for some background, the story was written over a 48-hour period that included paginating/editing two four-page sports sections and playing in a charity basketball game. The latter served to remind me that I'm better at watching than playing.
What do you think? What is it missing? Where can it be improved? Any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
Well, here goes nothing ...
* * *
She was six months pregnant, and lacrosse was the furthest thing from Audrey Wallace's thoughts.
But finding a ball in the street 3,000 miles from home would plant a seed in her mind that, over time, would grow to touch more lives than she could have ever imagined.
The story of Audrey Wallace is one of a Royersford native and her struggles with alcoholism. Of a young woman who, before turning 22, would lose her driver's license four times. And of a spirited mother who discovered the right life on the Left Coast, and on her long, uplifting journey back to where it all began, brought a band of girls from a scarred community and a largely forgotten sport along for the ride.
When the Santana High girls' lacrosse team takes the field later today - a world away from home, at its coach's alma mater - a week of colliding timelines and breathtaking experiences, both new and old, will reach an arresting crescendo. A close look reveals the dark histories of many simultaneously converging, and from that point emerging as a brighter, shared future.
AN AMERICAN TRAGEDY
It's been little more than five years since Santee, Calif., a small town on the outskirts of urban San Diego, found itself undesirably thrust into the national spotlight.
Chaos reigned on March 5, 2001, as an angst-ridden 15-year-old with a .22-caliber handgun opened fire on his classmates at Santana High School - reloading at least four times - while murdering two students and wounding 13 others.
President George W. Bush condemned the rampage as "a disgraceful act of cowardice."
It was, at the time, the deadliest school shooting since the April 1999 bloodbath at Columbine High in Littleton, Colo., where two teenagers killed 12 fellow students and a teacher before committing suicide.
Out of the grief and the madness at Santana, and as a means of providing the youth with additional extracurricular support through sport, arose a pair of varsity lacrosse teams, which began interscholastic play the very next year.
"A lot of the girls don't really want to talk about it ... but the shooting was kind of the impetus behind the whole thing," Wallace said. "They already had track and field and baseball and softball, but adding lacrosse adds potentially 40 to 50 more girls and 40 to 50 more boys to give them something to do after school."
The shooter, a child himself, was tried as an adult and is serving a sentence of 50 years to life in prison.
THE TELEPHONE RINGS
One night shortly after the birth of her daughter, Wallace received an offbeat call from a stranger with an intriguing question.
"Would you be interested in coaching lacrosse at Santana High School?"
Many months earlier, after spotting a little orange ball in the street, Wallace had signed up online with the San Diego County Lacrosse Association. The move proved to be the catalyst for all that would follow.
"I basically just put my name on a list," she said, surprised to learn that San Diego even had lacrosse, "and then I sort of forgot about it."
Wallace, 38, had discovered her passion for the game, a predominantly East Coast sport, as a child on the fields of the Spring-Ford School District. It was her original love - her first organized sport - and the lifelong athlete never intended to lose touch with it. She developed her stick skills by practicing with Mandy Moore O'Leary, eventually a U.S. Lacrosse Hall of Famer, and went on to play post-collegiate club lacrosse, despite never actually attending college.
"Because I put my name on that list," Wallace said, "I got calls from like five different people.
"But Santana was the first one."
GETTING HER ACT TOGETHER
April 29, 1990, was the last time that Wallace had an alcoholic drink.
"I lost my driver's license four times by the time I was 22, so I kind of got my act together," she said. "I was drinking and partying and stuff like that, and I just decided that I didn't want alcohol in my life any more."
It was those trying and ultimately life-altering times that coincided with her five years as a Phoenixville resident. After graduating from Spring-Ford in 1985, the one-time Phoenix delivery girl moved just across the Schuylkill River from her hometown of Royersford.
Her late father had been born and raised in the town, and graduated from Phoenixville Area High. Her grandfather, who still lives in the area, had originally relocated the family here for a job with the Phoenix Steel Corporation - a step up at the time from his laborious and dangerous coal-mining work in Johnstown, Pa.
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Just for some background, the story was written over a 48-hour period that included paginating/editing two four-page sports sections and playing in a charity basketball game. The latter served to remind me that I'm better at watching than playing.
What do you think? What is it missing? Where can it be improved? Any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
Well, here goes nothing ...
* * *
She was six months pregnant, and lacrosse was the furthest thing from Audrey Wallace's thoughts.
But finding a ball in the street 3,000 miles from home would plant a seed in her mind that, over time, would grow to touch more lives than she could have ever imagined.
The story of Audrey Wallace is one of a Royersford native and her struggles with alcoholism. Of a young woman who, before turning 22, would lose her driver's license four times. And of a spirited mother who discovered the right life on the Left Coast, and on her long, uplifting journey back to where it all began, brought a band of girls from a scarred community and a largely forgotten sport along for the ride.
When the Santana High girls' lacrosse team takes the field later today - a world away from home, at its coach's alma mater - a week of colliding timelines and breathtaking experiences, both new and old, will reach an arresting crescendo. A close look reveals the dark histories of many simultaneously converging, and from that point emerging as a brighter, shared future.
AN AMERICAN TRAGEDY
It's been little more than five years since Santee, Calif., a small town on the outskirts of urban San Diego, found itself undesirably thrust into the national spotlight.
Chaos reigned on March 5, 2001, as an angst-ridden 15-year-old with a .22-caliber handgun opened fire on his classmates at Santana High School - reloading at least four times - while murdering two students and wounding 13 others.
President George W. Bush condemned the rampage as "a disgraceful act of cowardice."
It was, at the time, the deadliest school shooting since the April 1999 bloodbath at Columbine High in Littleton, Colo., where two teenagers killed 12 fellow students and a teacher before committing suicide.
Out of the grief and the madness at Santana, and as a means of providing the youth with additional extracurricular support through sport, arose a pair of varsity lacrosse teams, which began interscholastic play the very next year.
"A lot of the girls don't really want to talk about it ... but the shooting was kind of the impetus behind the whole thing," Wallace said. "They already had track and field and baseball and softball, but adding lacrosse adds potentially 40 to 50 more girls and 40 to 50 more boys to give them something to do after school."
The shooter, a child himself, was tried as an adult and is serving a sentence of 50 years to life in prison.
THE TELEPHONE RINGS
One night shortly after the birth of her daughter, Wallace received an offbeat call from a stranger with an intriguing question.
"Would you be interested in coaching lacrosse at Santana High School?"
Many months earlier, after spotting a little orange ball in the street, Wallace had signed up online with the San Diego County Lacrosse Association. The move proved to be the catalyst for all that would follow.
"I basically just put my name on a list," she said, surprised to learn that San Diego even had lacrosse, "and then I sort of forgot about it."
Wallace, 38, had discovered her passion for the game, a predominantly East Coast sport, as a child on the fields of the Spring-Ford School District. It was her original love - her first organized sport - and the lifelong athlete never intended to lose touch with it. She developed her stick skills by practicing with Mandy Moore O'Leary, eventually a U.S. Lacrosse Hall of Famer, and went on to play post-collegiate club lacrosse, despite never actually attending college.
"Because I put my name on that list," Wallace said, "I got calls from like five different people.
"But Santana was the first one."
GETTING HER ACT TOGETHER
April 29, 1990, was the last time that Wallace had an alcoholic drink.
"I lost my driver's license four times by the time I was 22, so I kind of got my act together," she said. "I was drinking and partying and stuff like that, and I just decided that I didn't want alcohol in my life any more."
It was those trying and ultimately life-altering times that coincided with her five years as a Phoenixville resident. After graduating from Spring-Ford in 1985, the one-time Phoenix delivery girl moved just across the Schuylkill River from her hometown of Royersford.
Her late father had been born and raised in the town, and graduated from Phoenixville Area High. Her grandfather, who still lives in the area, had originally relocated the family here for a job with the Phoenix Steel Corporation - a step up at the time from his laborious and dangerous coal-mining work in Johnstown, Pa.
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