By the time I arrived, the alumni field hockey game had already started. It was cold and misty, but the women on the field hardly noticed. I watched, awed by the incredible fitness, skill and determination of both the alums in their purple T-shirts and the current team in uniform.

I felt shy, as I always do when I’m watching the current incarnation of my former collegiate team. It’s difficult to believe that the women on the field — most on scholarship, all top-ranked on their high school teams — have anything in common with the dumpy uniforms, ad hoc practice facilities and determined but random collection of players that make up my field hockey memories. It was even harder to imagine that any part of my life now — as a slightly out-of-shape wife, mother and journalist — would be even remotely interesting to them.

Turns out I was wrong. (Read the rest of my Sunday column HERE.)