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During my college years at Syracuse University, from 1988 to 1992, the men’s lacrosse team won something like 57 consecutive national championships. The Orangemen were led by the Gait twins—Paul and Gary, the closest thing to superstars the lax community has ever had—and it was a joke how the team would manhandle weaker Division I schools like Maryland, Virginia, and Johns Hopkins. But still, for all the team’s dynastic success, the student body never gave a shit. As far as the sporting life was concerned, we were much more concerned with whether Derrick Coleman was coming back for his final year on the star-studded hoops squad, or if wide receiver Qadry Ismail was faster than his brother, Notre Dame’s Rocket. We were idiots, of course: Lacrosse is a vicious, high-flying game featuring a rock-hard ball that zips around like a wayward bullet and long sticks used for delicious body blows. Check out the mayhem for yourself when the National Lacrosse League’s Washington Power takes on the Toronto Rock at 1 p.m. at the MCI Center, 601 F St. NW. $10-$150. (202) 432-7328. (Sean Daly)