I do live in the most sporting town in America. We’re defined by our history, our arts, and letters, but Boston athletic traditions are second to none. Think about those great days when Larry Bird and his Celtics faced down Magic Johnson and the Lakers. Or our current situation where the Tom Brady and his dynastic Patriots are the de facto rivals of the entire National Football League. Then, of course, there is the greatest rivalry in professional sports: the Red Sox and Yankees. In short, Boston is a town whose sporting life thrives on rivalry and historic showdowns.
One of my favorite of these athletic duels is a bit quieter, a step or two off the main stage for the rest of the country, but dear to the hearts of myself and many others: the Harvard-Yale hockey game. It’s a game where our nation’s best and brightest, the world’s future leaders, scrabble and slash around the ice, shoulder checking one another only to shake hands after the game and swing by for dinner after.
The Harvard-Yale Game, Boston athletics as a whole, really, remind one that we have incredible abilities: that we can be fierce one moment and gracious the next, rivals for a moment and friends in the long run. That sportsmanship and class are never bad policies.
With all that being said, I still hope Harvard gracefully slams Yale into the ice.
The Newbury Boston