So the BU men’s hockey team hasn’t exactly been having the best year thus far. (However, this could all turn around 180 degrees this weekend if we were to sweep NoDak. Not entirely likely, but you can bet I’ll be screaming for 120 minutes as loud as I can to try to will it into happening.)
I know the general public doesn’t really care about some college hockey team down on Comm Ave, but for those of us who put our hearts and souls (and hours and bank accounts and sanity) behind this team, it’s been a really long month.
It began with a 30+ hour driving weekend trip to Michigan about a month ago where we ended up losing to both Michigan and Michigan State in basically identical, heart-breaking games. (That was still probably the best weekend of my life up to this point, but that post will be coming in the near future.)
Things started to look up with an INCREDIBLE 4-3 win over Providence at home after going down 0-3 in the first period. The next night we drove on down to Providence for game 2 of the weekend only to come away with another loss, much to the chagrin of the obnoxious and ever classy
horrible human beings Providence fans.
Things got much, much worse next weekend after spending an entire week getting pumped for the BU/BC game…the best rivalry in college sports in my humble opinion. We lost 1-5. It was pretty humiliating. But I was 21 at this point, so sorrows were remedied that night.
And then there was this past weekend. A 4-hour drive up to the University of Maine in Orono, ME. Maine is a really fun place to visit if only because of their delicious baked potatoes at the arena and the fact that their students actually genuinely care as much about their team as we do. There were many niceties
shouted exchanged across the rink in the hour leading up to puck drop.
Unfortunately this guy’s shirt couldn’t have been more true. It did suck to be us. We lost 0-7. Enter the BU Football chant. It still ended up being a good night because if you know us at all, being down by ridiculous amounts at the end of the game is when our creativity thrives.
We put on quite the show for all the Maine fans. Chanting anything and everything. Oh Canada was sung. God Bless America was sung. I Believe That We Will Win was chanted (and heard on the televised feed) with about 2 minutes left in the game. It was all good fun, but still couldn’t mask the absolute mental beating we had taken by the end of the night. And with a 4 hour drive to go!
Stella’s face in that Snap Chat sums it up perfectly! It sucked. Especially since I was driving.
We got home at 3:30am after a much-needed dinner stop in Denny’s where I INHALED this cheeseburger.
And copious amounts of coffee.
It really sucked.
The good news is that was the last long trip of the semester (and planning for Notre Dame next February is already underway!) Besides Red Hot Hockey, the bi-annual meeting of the Terriers and Cornell at Madison Square Garden in New York over Thanksgiving Break, and I can’t even begin to describe how excited I am for that. Since it’s conception several years ago, every single game has gone into overtime with an exciting overtime win for BU 2 years ago after this goal that would’ve been.
Seriously, what are the odds of that?
This will be the first year I’ve actually gone to the game though, so I would really appreciate a win my senior year. Or the rest of the night in Manhattan/on a bus back to Boston will be a very interesting one. Not that it won’t be anyway.
Here’s to hoping the Terriers can turn this season around. At least a Beanpot win. I can’t go 4 years without seeing one, I really can’t. Even though we are playing BC in the first round. I believe. Us crazy people don’t really have a choice.