The worst loss of my lacrosse lifetime came in high school, when our biggest rival waxed us, 30-2.
That squad from Columbia (N.J.) High School was legendary. It had guys that went on to start at Maryland, Johns Hopkins, Navy, Princeton, Brown, Rutgers, Loyola and Delaware, and those are just the ones I can remember.
My team was far from terrible; we had a winning record against a tough schedule and made the state tournament ourselves. The 30-2 scoreline was the product of their best day against our worst, and some bad blood between the head coaches left over from football season.
I was a reserve goalie who ultimately began earning the starting job with a decent performance off the bench that day. By the time the state tournament rolled around, I was starting; that same school eliminated us, 11-7, which we almost considered a win.