Word: beanpots
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...though nobody was ever handed anything at the Beanpot (with the exception of B.U., who danced around Northeastern in the first round that year, 7-2), occasionally a team would rise above the labels that people like myself were always writing...
...cathartic joy of winning the Beanpot was double-edged for me, a cool sophomore (what other kind is there?) at the time. It was refreshing to see the "old boys," the kids who everyone thought had all the advantages, climb out of their BMWs and hold their ground against the tough guys from across the Rivah--you know, the kind of guys who say, "What the----are you looking at, punk?" if they think you're staring at them in a bar. The setting was also refreshing. It was fitting that such a great athletic moment for Harvard would take...
February, 1978: Disillusion--I had my Beanpot gig down now. My brother, a freshman with brother, a freshman with sophomore standing in Beanpot Appreciation, arrived with me at the Garden at 4:30, 90 minutes before the start of the Harvard-Northeastern opener. We played pinball (they still have one of those great old baseball machines in the lobby of North Station, on which Boston Garden sits), copped a few quarter-pounders across the street, watched the scalpers set up shop. Setting the proper example was important when your team was defending champion...
Everyone knew THE Blizzard was coming, but they came to the Beanpot anyway. Over 15,000. When Gene Purdy scored less than two minutes into overtime to vault Harvard past the Huskies, 4-3, severe travellers advisories were already in effect on the highways. I caught the last cab out of North Station, and it cost me $10.00 to make the two mile trip to Cambridge...
...margin of defeat was nothing compared to the three last-minute brawls which punctuated it. I sat there, watching guys I knew squaring off at the blue line, listening to the bitter chants of "Harvard Sucks" ring the Garden rafters, wondering how all of this could be guised in Beanpot garb...