|(above) DU's fate may lay in the arms of Chase Carraro today|
by Mark Kiszla
In a sport where guys smack each other with sticks for fun, it's politely called a faceoff.
In reality, a faceoff in lacrosse is like nothing else in sports. It's as pure as a primal scream. Two players. Nowhere to hide. A competition that combines the best of a Medieval joust, the worst of mud-rasslin', and bragging rights more delicious than beating your brother to the last heaping spoonful of mashed potatoes left in a bowl at the dinner table [read entire article].