Another hockey season went into the books last night, as the Icedogs dropped a 3-1 decision to Vermont. I should be happy we got as far as the league semis; if you'd told me on January 1 that the team would get that far, get back to being nationally ranked and have an outside shot at a NCAA tournament berth, I would have put up a sizable wad of cash against that happening.

(It also didn't help that we were sitting in front of a guy I tangentially know who, in a very loud voice, basically called the game as if he were working it for the Blowhard Pessimist Radio Network. Thankfully we don't sit anywhere near him during the regular season; we'd probably have tried to throw him under the Zamboni by now if we did.)

But it's still pretty frustrating to think about the missed opportunities with this team (losses given away to Robert Morris, Harvard, Dartmouth, the OT loss to BC in the Beanpot), especially one with so many seniors and, on paper, so much talent. Throw on to that the amount of talk among fans about whether or not Jack lost the team, of if he's stayed on too long, and it's both frustrating and a little sad.

Looking forward to next season, we're apparently hosting the Icebreaker tournament, Michigan is coming back for a couple, the guys are going to the Denver Cup, and the women's Frozen Four will be on campus. Let's focus on that for the next seven months.