And, ladies and gents, after the first weekend of the beloved hockey season, your Boston University Terriers sit at a commanding record of 2-0-1. At this rate, we won’t lose a game all season.

Of course, during the first home game of the season, I was there watching our Terriers win in dramatic fashion over Northeastern University. Not that I sat in the actual Dog Pound-my buddy and I made it rain in section 107 (right next to the freshmen).

Because this was such an energizing experience, I decided to use this column space to give you all my top 15 happenings from the weekend’s first hockey experience:

15. We started the year off by trailing an inferior opponent, 2-0, after the first period. As my buddy and I walked into the game, Northeastern scored their first goal. At that point, I was starting to think we looked pretty corny and very over-hyped.

14. I was incredibly impressed by the parent sections on the left and right sides of the rink. The way I described it was The San Francisco Giants Fan Complex Rule, which means the stadium always looks empty until the older crowd arrives. By the end of the first period, the rule was alive and well-and the place was rockin.’

13. As much as I love John Curry, he struggled Saturday securing his rebounds in front of the net. After we trailed 2-0, I started wondering if Dennis Rodman was available to corral some of those things.

12. I know it was the first game of the season, but I was pretty disappointed by the Dog Pound’s performance. One of the things that makes us the greatest fandom in college hockey is our ability to get creative at the right time. While the tradition of “The Song” and screams of “ugly goalie” sounded glorious, I didn’t think they irritated the Huskies enough. I know they’ll get there, but they need to pick it up a bit.

11. At the end of the second period, we still trailed 2-1. I kept wondering to myself when our team would realize how ridiculously talented it actually was. Disturbing images of Ryan Leaf paraded through my head as I had nightmares of professional flops run through my mind.

10. There might be nothing more exciting than seeing someone I know at a Boston University hockey game. Seriously, every time I saw someone I recognized, I got excited. As if I hadn’t seen them in two months, I tossed hugs around like they were going out of style. I probably saw all six of my friends there.

9. That smell of the Zamboni cleaning the ice between periods. I can’t even tell if I like it or not, but it’s one of those really distinctive smells that makes you remember you could only be at a hockey game.

8. We tied the game early in the third period. There was a bunch of excitement about this goal, but I didn’t see it happen because I was in the process of walking to the bathroom. I’m starting to wonder if I’m bad luck.

7. For the seventh time in the game, I agonize in despair about Agganis Arena’s out-of-state driver’s license rules about legal drinking age. Apparently being 21 isn’t enough if you’re from California-you have to be 25. In exasperation, I realize I’ve waited 21 years only to find out I’m still too young to buy beer. My Massachusetts friends are laughing at me.

6. It could only be my luck that my seats were located side-by-side with annoying Northeastern fans. This one guy thought it would be crazily creative to steal every BU chant and use it against us. The freshmen from section 108 and I thwarted his pathetic attempts, but I realized either BU fans are awesome or NU’s are terribly uncreative.

5. I’m just going to throw this out there, but section 108 seemed even more alive than section 118 (the Dog Pound and the band). Have I discovered a gold mine? I’ll keep everyone up to date.

4. We take the lead late in the third period and everyone goes bonkers. It’s 3-2 and the game is finally over until…

3. Northeastern ties it. At this point, I’ve had it with life. There’s just no way we can have such a triumphant comeback only to send this game into overtime and have it lead to a tie in the home opener. Putting my fingers in my ears and stamping around, I throw a tantrum.

2. Between my new superforce, freshmen section 108, and the now-rejuvenated Dog Pound, we turn our collective dejection into a rally cry for the Icedogs. There’s still some time left. I really want to go out tonight and I don’t want to wait until 11, so I’m hoping I don’t have to smell that damn Zamboni again.

1. We score with about 55 seconds to go and take the lead for good, defeating the Huskies and their uncreative, obnoxious traveling fan base. Do I believe in miracles? Yes.

Anthony Flum, a senior in the College of Communication, is a weekly columnist for The Daily Free Press. He can be reached at [email protected].