I don’t know why last night meant so much to me. I guess it’s just an accumulation of sorts.
Prior to attending UMass I never really thought about Boston College. At the time, it was just another Big East school that was sure to lose to Miami in football and Syracuse in basketball. Northeast schools didn’t exactly make the news in Vero Beach, Fl. – my hometown. Miami, Florida State and Florida ruled the airwaves.
When I got to UMass, I still didn’t really know the deal. I had visited B.C. during my New England college trip, but I didn’t like the vibe, so I didn’t apply. UMass kids weren’t really passionate about their teams, so it was hard to figure out who our rivals were.
Then I started working for the Collegian.
In journalism objectivity is the separator, the king, the heralded doctrine that separates the hacks from the must-reads. So, in the basement of the Campus Center, a collection of journalists in their late teens and early twenties put up that façade — it was thin, and it was certainly a façade.
One of my colleagues came in with a Boston College Superfan shirt, and my editor at the time told him to “never come back down here with that damn thing on.” I, of course, had no clue what this ugly shirt even meant. It was explained soon after when I heard my very first “B.C. SUCKS!” from another writer.
Objective? No. Life-changing? Well … B.C. Sucks!
There were only two things I wanted from UMass athletics before graduation — wins over UConn and Boston College. My senior year we beat UConn, and, as objectively as humanly possible, I ran around the press table and charged the court with my beat partner.
I never got that B.C. win though.
Every year it seemed possible, but it was always the same story. I saw every game either in person or at a bar where I was the only one interested. It was horrible. I would always leave disappointed, frustrated and would mutter “B.C. Sucks” into the stretched out collar of my tattered UMass basketball shirt.
Last year I sat alone for awhile, just outside of Harpo’s — the Boulder bar where I watched the game. I took a long drag from my cigarette, and for the first time in my sports fandom, I actually got misty because of a loss. As Kansas and Nebraska fans jarred each other over pints, a UMass fan sat out back and tried to pull himself together.
There is no way for me to properly describe what last night’s victory meant. It is bigger than Syracuse and much bigger than Alabama and Louisville last year. For the first time since I started following this team, we’re finally the best in Massachusetts … in the Commonwealth to be specific.
This kind of stuff has a mystical affect on the right kind of sports fan. It shows that everything is going to be alright, that karma may actually exist and that, no matter where you are, passion remains the great separator.
So today I’ll sit at my desk out here in the mountains of Colorado and smile. Things finally seem right, and maybe, just maybe this can serve as a long overdue graduation present.
Either way, WE beat Boston College — to hell with objectivity.