I’m not surprised the men’s hockey team lost at Union last Saturday, and that’s in no way a reflection on the team’s ability. I love the guys, and I’ve seen them play just about every game except for the Colgate series; believe me, they’ve got some talent. But last Saturday, something just wasn’t right. Maybe it was the way they had beaten RPI the night before, maybe it was that KFC parfait I’d just had for dinner, but something didn’t sit right with me.
I knew it the moment I stepped into the rink. The atmosphere was dampened, there weren’t as many Cornell fans, and time seemed to slow. It’s kind of like those dramatic movies, where time stands still for that really important life-changing scene, you know