For the first time in seven months, neither of my beat partners or I were responsible for previewing the upcoming weekend's action today -- but that doesn't mean we didn't want to.
See, for as much as there's been written on how athletes are creatures of habit, writers (at least the three who wrote in this space starting on a day this past September) are just as guilty. So the fact that there is no hockey to report on today is downright eerie.
In case you missed the Icers package in today's Collegian, here are both stories:
A story by Casella reflecting on how this year's senior class will be remembered.
And...
A column on what at least one writer thinks should be the lasting image of one Luke DeLorenzo.
In the inaugural BTP post in early September, I wrote of how I could smell that it was hockey season and of how great it was that hockey had returned -- and of how my only complaint was that the smell of hockey was strangely similar to mildew. I'd prefer that smell to the summer (As an Alaskan, I'm not one for sandy beaches and suntan lotion).
If you like today's stories, here are two more that I think sum up this senior class fairly well:
And a downright eerie article from 2006 that I stumbled across yesterday.
Until next time,
-Dean
