I'd like to thank Steven Christie for setting up this page. I genuinely believe Naptown Notorious will continue to grow and spread the stories of the incredible athletes produced byIndianapolis. Writing this was one of the hardest things ever, but the memories it brought back, and the closure it came with made it worth it.
Growing up, my parents encouraged and supported me to play every sport I ever wanted. I remember playing soccer, basketball, swimming, football, track, and tennis. It wasn't until I started playing lacrosse that I found my true passion for a game. I loved the physicality of the game, the speed, the IQ, and that you could play uniquely with character. I grew up watching North Central sports and was excited when the time came to compete.
I got to North Central, and the first sport I played was tennis on the freshman team. The North Central Tennis team is unlike any other team I have been a part of. For such a classy, quiet, gentleman's game, NC sure did bring some insane energy. Freshman year, we were given shirts that simply said "Big Bank Take Little Bank," which I think explains the confidence that the team had going into any match. That year I played doubles with my great friend Noah Hirsch. As a team, we won a State Championship, but more importantly, the freshman team did not lose a match all year. Although I had never been amazing at tennis, after this season, I knew I wanted to be a part of this team and family for the next four years.
When winter came around, and it was time for me to decide what sport I wanted to play, I chose to swim for two reasons. My dad swam in college, so I know it would make him happy to see my swim, and I had once swum for the Broad Ripple Swim Team a long time and been pretty good for an Indy Parks swimmer. I was nothing special in the water; I remember bouncing around from JV to Varsity and being the slowest guy who got to swim at varsity meets. In retrospect, it was impossible to feel fast swimming for North Central because this is the same time we had Drew Kibler and so many other talented swimmers who would go on to swim in college. I hated swimming, the only reason I lasted so long was because of the guys I swam with every day. Djimon Gordon, Johnathan Hill, Sam Gilliam, Will Hamilton, and I all trained together. In comparison to the team, I admit that none of us had the most intense work ethic. We were there not only to get better but for fun, and it was pretty easy to tell. None of the coaches were too fond of use but my father always believed in me. I didn't get to swim on our sectional team this year, and I don't remember my times, but they were embarrassing.
Then lacrosse season came around. I knew I wanted to play lacrosse in college. Freshman year, I was good enough to start and be a big contributor to the team. For two years, I had the opportunity to be mentored and play alongside Wes Boland. Wes is a great leader who taught me so much about the sport, being a captain, and so many other things.
I stayed on this same path for my sophomore year. The tennis team won another State Championship with the help of Steven Christie, (For more, CLICK HERE). I also still sucked at swimming. It wasn't until lacrosse season that everything changed.
We were playing Crown Point at home during senior night. Our team is pretty bad, and Crown Point was pretty good. We had just enough players capable of moving the ball that we had a chance to compete against any team. After scoring the first two goals to hold the lead, the whole team was feeling the momentum. At the end of the second quarter, we go a man up and have the chance to go up 3-1 before the second quarter. The ball starts with me; I pass the ball counter-clockwise, anticipating for it to get back to me. While I was off-ball, the defender got confused, and I had an open look at the goal. I call for the ball, and Nick Highsmith throws it, I catch it, take three crow steps, plant my left leg, pull my stick back, aim for the far post, and rip the shot. My body twists over my planted left leg, but my lower leg does not move. I feel and hear a series of pops. When I land, my knee is dislocated and quickly adjusts back into place. I am on the ground screaming in pain; I had never felt anything like it before.
(The video you about to watch is graphic, watch the left knee fold like a pretzel)