I am a glutton for punishment. Last year, the partner-in-crime and I thought it would be a great idea to venture out to UMass Amherst to see the Boston University men’s hockey team face off against the Minutemen. We wore our BU jerseys and all, and I was nearly jumped on my way to the ladies room.
Well, this year, the partner-in-crime and I have decided to join a few colleagues of mine at tonight’s BU – BC matchup at Conte Forum, one of the few Hockey East arenas that I haven’t been to at this point. Heaven help us.
Oh, the Superfans.
They wear mustard colored cheap t-shirts with burgundy writing, either given out or sold by their bookstore. Maybe 2% of them own hockey jerseys. And if the hockey team is playing at the same time as their football or basketball team, they magically dissapear.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the Boston College Superfans.
The Superfans, or Stuperfans, or whatever you wish to refer to them as, are oft-complained about. I really don’t dislike them, I’m just amazed at their…indifference? Lack of jerseys? Bandwagon jumping? Pep band’s rendition of Ridin’ Dirty by Chamillionaire? (You have not lived until you’ve heard a tuba blast out the first few lines of that song. Really. It’s made my Beanpot the last two years.)