Fan-boyz in the Hood

While cruising in the Gallardo the other night, I flipped on the Sirius to prepare the people you wish you were for the annual Winter Celebration at club at Wild Harbor. The refrain that came out of the Wilson X-1 Audio Grand SLAMM almost made your superiors catechize our own credence.

In the spirit of the Chicago Bears' "Super Bowl Shuffle", Northeastern University hockey star Mike Morris was performing a ditty lionizing his tawdry opinion of the upcoming Beanpot tournament. Doing our best to hold back our stupefaction, your superiors merely sat back and listened:


Woke up late, at about noon
Just thought that I had be to the Garden soon.
I gotta get drunk before the game begins
Before the doghouse starts bitchin' about our wins.
About to go and damn near got sick
BU fanboyz on the corner, throwing up glow sticks.
I went in the house to tape my stick
With my ipod on the side of my hip.


The annual "Beanpot Fanboy Parade" through Kenmore Square is a BU tradition as long as the Beanpot itself.

I went outside and I'm mentally preppin'
Just as I thought, the fanboyz kept steppin'.
I jumped on the T' threw some quarters down hard
I don't roll with the new Charlie Card.
Then I heard the driver say
NU's got no chance, each February.
It was "BU's Beanpot" on the tip of his lips,
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this:

Cruisin' down the street on the green line
walking would have taken less time.
I went to the rink to get the news
Knuckle-head Coach says we're going to lose.
A limo pulls up, who can it be?
the snotty little rich team from BC.
They roll down the window and they start to say
"Boy those BU limpwrists sure look gay".


The "Babcock Street Posse" is hoping BU can "win one for the Engineering Department".

But the Fanboyz in the hood are alwayz hard
when they score a goal, they start bouncing like tards.
Knowin' nothin' in life but the beanpot
cuz when April comes, they got no shot ...

Bored as hell and we're gonna get killed
So I make a bet with my teammate Yale.
if the fellas on the blue line wanna make that dollar
someone better make a Terrier holler,
BU scores early and I start thinkin'
when they score again and our team starts stinkin'.
I gotta get Deeth to rock the body
maybe take a run at that sieve John Curry.


Back on the NU campus, anticipation for a Beanpot crown has never been higher.

He skated to the crease, knocked him out of his pads
but the ref called something to make me mad.
He called somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by his black and white sleeves.
He started talkin' shit, would'nt you know?
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho'.
And then Parker stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his drunk ass out.


With the Beanpot final during the week of Valentine's Day this year, BU coeds are hoping for a Terriers victory and several pounds of chocolate.

but the Fanboyz in the hood are alwayz hard
when they score a goal, they start bouncing like tards.
Knowin' nothin' in life but the beanpot
cuz when April comes, they got no shot ...

Hansen calls trippin late in the third
BU scores to win, we just got hosed, just got hosed.

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