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The weather forecasts Monday called for over a foot of snow; a healthy layer was already underfoot an hour before the first semifinal game. Cars heading north on Route 93 stood at a standstill; traffic on Storrow Drive backed up all the way to Boston University.<\/p>\n
Would this be a reprise of the legendary 1978 Beanpot? That year, the semifinal games coincided with the arrival of the Blizzard of ’78, a storm that prompted a state of emergency and shut down Massachusetts for four days. <\/p>\n
As it turned out, there would be no mid-game announcement this time that the mass transit system — known as the MBTA — was curtailing service for the evening and that fans had 15 minutes to board the last train. Nor would there be hundreds of abandoned cars clogging every lane of Route 128.<\/p>\n
Even so, the arrival of a significant storm on the first Monday in February prompted flashbacks to 1978. After 23 years, most of the memories remain vivid.<\/p>\n
Boston Globe<\/i> sportswriter Bob Ryan — a prospective fan that evening — ran up the white flag before even getting to the Boston Garden.<\/p>\n
“I turned around at the Burger King on Route 3A in Weymouth and said, ‘This is nonsense!'” he recalls.<\/p>\n
— BU SID Ed Carpenter on his first Beanpot experience<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
Jack Grinold, Associate Athletics Director at Northeastern, remembers with all too much clarity that year’s Beanpot, even though he was comfortably at home by the BU-BC nightcap.<\/p>\n
“Ten days before that date, Northeastern went to Watson Rink and pummeled Harvard, 12-5,” he says. “After the score got to about eight, I said to myself, ‘Please, please. No more, no more. We’re really going to make these guys angry.’<\/p>\n
“Sure enough, we did. We came in for one of the few times in the history of the Beanpot the favorite in our semifinal game and lost, 4-3 [in overtime]. I was so angry at having my hopes for a final shattered that I frankly went right out of the building and into a cab.<\/p>\n
“I did not realize until we were probably a mile away from the Garden that the cab was pitching back and forth and back and forth. The cabbie was cursing and saying, ‘This is my final ride.’ I was home in Brighton in no time and turned the radio on for them dropping the puck for BC-BU.<\/p>\n
“So maybe I can say that they did me a favor. But not really.”<\/p>\n
Even more unhappy, but much less comfortable was Globe<\/i> writer Bob Monahan.<\/p>\n
“I left the Garden with [fellow writer] Willie McDonough, his son Sean and one of Sean’s friends,” says Monahan. “Willie’s car was out back so we shoveled it out. We got on the Expressway and they were pushing the car. I used to smoke back then so I had no wind.<\/p>\n
“A couple times we’d go 20 yards and they’d all hop in, but then we’d get stuck again. They literally pushed the car all the way to the Globe<\/i> [about five miles away.] It was awful.<\/p>\n