The more you get to know the Ehrhardt family, the harder it becomes to avoid the classic tropes of Americana. Dad was the star quarterback. Mom was the head cheerleader. “If you promise not to write that,” Tom Ehrhardt quipped. Too late.
They grew up half a mile apart in Flushing, New York, a Queens neighborhood about 10 miles east of Manhattan. Tom Ehrhardt went to Holy Cross, an all-boys high school. Diane Ficcara went to St. Agnes, an all-girls high school. Both Catholic. Their circle of friends remains intact today.
“Everyone on our side knows the story,” he said. “That’s the heart of it, man.”
Tom Ehrhardt was a 6-foot-3 gunslinger of a quarterback who starred at C.W. Post and then Rhode Island, setting numerous national passing records in 1985. He threw a perfect ball. “A spiral on the money,” his top receiver at URI, Dameon Reilly, told the New York Times back then. He signed as an undrafted free agent with the New York Jets and spent time in Cincinnati Bengals training camp as Boomer Esiason's backup.
These are the genes Michael Ehrhardt inherited. His older sister, Lauren, found lacrosse first. The Nassau County town they grew up in — Westbury, New York — offered the sport for girls but not boys. She went on to win an NCAA Division III championship as an attacker at Franklin & Marshall. After Michael came Brian, who flourished in basketball, then Lindsey. All of them played multiple sports.
“A sick wide receiver in football. Ridiculous,” said Brendan Fowler, Ehrhardt’s football and lacrosse classmate at Chaminade High School. They would reunite years later as teammates with Major League Lacrosse’s Charlotte Hounds. “He would’ve been the guy that goes to play at an FCS school and goes on to play in the NFL. He’d be an Adam Thielen.”
The family rule was no football until middle school, however. That’s how Ehrhardt got into lacrosse. His cousins, Bobby and Kevin, introduced him to the sport when he was in fourth grade. They played for the PAL program in Mineola, the next town over. Lacrosse fed Ehrhardt’s appetite for movement — he still gets stir-crazy after just an hour or two lounging on the beach — and knocking kids around.
“I loved it,” Ehrhardt said.
By the time Ehrhardt was a freshman at Chaminade, an all-boys school and national lacrosse powerhouse, he had grown to 6-foot-3 but topped out at 175 pounds. “There wasn’t much to me in high school,” he said. “I was a toothpick.”
Flyers coach Jack Moran saw Ehrhardt’s length, however, and converted him from an offensive midfielder to a defenseman. He did not start as a freshman.
“He got exponentially better,” Fowler said. “He came in as a second- or third-line middie. They gave him a pole. Three years later he’s the best defenseman in the country.”
When Ehrhardt took his official visit to Maryland, then-Terps coach Dave Cottle looked at his build and saw the potential. “Oh man,” Cottle told him. “We could put some weight on you.”
Ehrhardt had the right work ethic to maximize his obvious physical aptitude. He got that from his family, too. His grandfather on his mother’s side was a carpenter and avid marathoner. His grandmother on his father’s side raised seven children by herself after she became a widow at age 43. She had an eighth child who died of meningitis at just two weeks old.
“My dad's probably the way he is because of that,” Ehrhardt said. “It took me a little bit to learn what makes his drive. He’s been my biggest role model and someone I’ve tried to resemble.”
Ehrhardt’s grandmothers, Ann Ficarra, 84, and Betty Ehrhardt, 96, mean just as much to him. They assemble with relatives every weekend in Westbury to watch his PLL games on TV.
“The sense of family, the sense of loyalty, the sense of pride, the sense of love — when we feel it, we feel it deep,” Lindsey Ehrhardt said.