West Point, to Thee
By Rilee Scott, Women's Lacrosse
Dear Senior Teammates,
If you had asked me what success in sports looked like before I got to West Point, my answer would automatically and undoubtedly have been “winning.” The two words were always synonymous to me. At a young age, it was evident to me that winning was the only reason people played sports. Like you all, I grew up on winning teams. I fell in love with sports and competing because I loved the feeling of winning and accomplishment. Out of all the sports I played, I enjoyed lacrosse the most. Ironically enough, that was the sport I won the most while playing and I am sure we have all had similar experiences. Each of us displayed a successful lacrosse career that led us to playing Division I lacrosse at West Point.
When each of us committed to playing lacrosse at West Point, we all took a leap of faith. I, like most of you, was recruited my junior year of high school. When we were recruited, West Point was still in the process of building a Division I program. Many of us were recruited to other winning programs, but something in us decided to join Coach Waagbo, West Point, and all the others behind the scenes working hard to construct the program. We committed to the prestigious academy and the service it stood for, but also put an immense amount of belief in both the highly reputable coaching staff and athletic department.
When we entered West Point, the team just finished their first season with a 5-12 record, going 0-9 in the Patriot League. Although that was not an awful first season for a brand-new team, the program had higher potential that equated to higher expectations. This was evident during the offseason of our freshman year. Being at a service academy as a freshman was pretty tough, but lacrosse practice, lifts, and conditioning were much tougher.
The first season we experienced was also hard. We had more competitive teams on our schedule and we were playing with only two fully recruited classes. The spring season my freshman year was the first time I had really learned what it felt like to lose. Of course, I had lost games before West Point. We all had. But I had never experienced working so hard and falling short game after game. Our class’ first season ended with a 5-12 record, once again, and with a 1-9 record in league play. After finishing that season, it was safe to say we went into the next year dissatisfied. Read more.