The Super Bowl: Far Inferior to The Beanpot
Wednesday, February 10th, 2010
If your head did not explode from reading the title of this post, I suspect you are probably laughing or are confused as to what the hell the Beanpot is. In the grand scheme of sporting events, yes, comparing the two is bombastic. It’d be like comparing, ladies and gentlemen, sex with a model to that first awkward drunken make-out/groping session you had freshman year of college.
While the Super Bowl is the grandaddy of all American sporting events (so grandaddy-licious this year that it’s the most watched broadcast event in history), the Beanpot is a tournament involving Boston’s 4 big schools: Harvard, Northeastern, Boston College, and my alma mater, Boston University. Each year, the 4 schools are paired off for a 2 week tournament for the coveted Beanpot trophy. More importantly, these four schools play for pride and bragging rights…and yes, ads do not cost $3 million for 30 seconds.
If you watched BC’s 4-3 Beanpot victory on Monday night at a local sports bar, it made for an unbelievably satisfying sports dessert to The Big Game’s main course. As a BU alum, it was disappointing to lose, especially to our hated rival (Thank god for $1 dollar draft Mondays at Third & Long) and I was not exactly thrilled wake up and watch ESPN’s Top 10 yesterday morning. What was the #1 play you ask? Chris Kreider, BC’s 18 year old freshman, deking out BU freshman Max Nicastro and finishing with a fluid backhander past BU goalie Kieran Millan to put BC up 3-1 during the Beanpot.
Now, I can drunkenly berate the other 3 BC goals (and believe me, I did) but none of us could argue this was a helluva play. Oddly enough, I quickly changed my tune since, if you watched the game, you’d know BU’s David Warsofsky had an equally amazing top-shelf backhander later on. Surprisingly, I was happy. I was happy that college hockey, a sport that doesn’t get nearly enough recognition and is the pride of the BU faithful, was getting it’s due on Sportscenter. Hopefully next year, we’ll reclaim the trophy for a tournament that’s continually ours (29 titles and running). Until then…
What? You didn’t think I’d really end this on a sad note and praising the enemy, did you? GO B.U.