When the Iroquois played lacrosse, it was quite a game. The Marquess of Queensberry would not have approved of it. The womenfolk, who were the rooters, ran up & down the sidelines with sticks, switching their men into action. The men tried to cripple as many opposing players as possible, and a game wasn't considered very spirited if there weren't a few broken skulls and fractured arms.
Last week, in a game that settled the white man's 1947 championship, the casualties were almost too minor to mention —one cracked lip, one barked shin. Civilization and 300 years had changed the game, but...
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