MERCURIO WAS JUST 15 MONTHS OLD when he was diagnosed with Langerhans cell histiocytosis (LCH), which caused a decrease in vision in his left eye and required multiple surgeries and chemotherapy.
It happened early enough in his life that there aren’t memories of the process — or how his vision was beforehand.
“I don’t know any other way,” Mercurio said. “I’m lucky that didn’t just happen. It’s definitely still different. You can kind of tell that I don’t have the exact form and exact head swivel as everybody else. I kind of get a little lost every once in a while, but I’m able to make up for it in other ways.”
Mercurio wryly recounted all of the things doctors told his parents at the time. He probably wouldn’t grow to be more than 5-foot-10. He’d probably struggle to gain weight. He wasn’t likely to amass much muscle.
And he almost certainly wasn’t going to be able to play sports.
“I don’t know if you got a good look, but I’m quite a big guy in all those ways,” said Mercurio, who is listed at 6-foot-3 and 230 pounds. “I just think there was no keeping me from lacrosse.”
He initially lived in Edgewater, Md., which meant it wasn’t hard for Mercurio to find the sport. After figuring out baseball (which his father Chris played in college) wasn’t for him by the time he was 7, a family friend suggested he come play lacrosse.
He never turned back, basically becoming a typical Annapolis-area kid. He attended multiple Army-Navy games and even went to a final four as a young fan.
By the time he was in middle school, his dad got a job offer with a couple options. One was in St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands. The other was in Nevada. The family chose the Silver State.
The lacrosse landscape was sparse in Reno. He and his dad tried plenty of ideas to help it blossom. That meant starting a program at his high school and even playing for another high school when he was in seventh and eighth grade.
With no real travel teams available, the Mercurios would drive three hours to San Francisco on Sundays for sessions on Treasure Island.
“We’d wake up at 5:30, and I’d lay down in the back of a truck, sleep and then wake up and have a three-hour practice and then high tail it back home,” said Mercurio, who also played football and basketball in high school.
Even with some trips to the East Coast to play in tournaments, Mercurio’s chances of getting noticed weren’t great. He needed a stroke of luck — or maybe a few of them all at once.
He recalls playing for a club run by former Hobart midfielder Tim Booth, in a game against a Nation United team filled with all-stars. Denver coach Bill Tierney was in town for another tournament and was driving to the airport before realizing he had time to look in on the Nation United squad.
What he saw was Mercurio score a goal and force a couple turnovers in a game his team lost in overtime. Tierney then approached Mercurio’s father.
“He said, ‘Hey, can he get to the Best of the West tournament?’ because [former Denver assistant and then-Cleveland State coach] Dylan Sheridan at the time was going to be there and he was going to have Sheridan give him notes on me,” Mercurio said. “So, I went and I played well there and then finally Coach T was like, ‘You know what, come out to Denver one last time for a LXTC thing,’ and then I was able to sign and commit to Denver. It was not easy.”
It's a revelatory tale for everyone involved. Mercurio needed a door cracked open just a little to gain a toehold. Tierney, ever the canny operator, was thorough in his evaluation of an unexpected gem.
And Denver, which casts a wide net geographically in its recruiting, kicked over a rock and found a five-year contributor almost on a whim.
“We have to recruit that way,” first-year Pioneers coach Matt Brown said. “We have to go out to these non-top 10 big tournaments to make sure we’re seeing who’s out there. The beauty of our sport nowadays is there’s kids everywhere.”