Every school has its legends. Whether it's a tour guide, upperclassmen, university officials, or alumni, you're guaranteed a tale or two. At Boston University, its usually of the seal, where to find the best and worst parties in Allston, and nicknames of each school that are always circulating.
But there's another story, too. One about two Monday nights in February. About cramped green lines that rival commuter hour rides. About an tournament that might as well be called an invitational. About an added benefit to calling yourself a Terrier.
