Hockey is that thing we rally around at RIT, or at least try to. We have cruel taunts to opposing teams, clap, and scream to the point where it has become a culture. At my first Homecoming game at Blue Cross, I sat next to my RA, a second year at the time. He knew the claps and the chants, and I just stared in awe as to what I must learn. My favorite is when the opposing team’s goalie takes off his mask and you scream “Ugly Goalie” until he puts it back on and then cheer. Yes, it’s that bad. However maybe it’s not- we don’t have a football team, and somehow need to assert our sassy pride.
The personalities in the Corner Crew are cinematic- from the charismatic leader who leads every chant, attends every game, and I’m pretty sure is a professor here, to the kids who dress in orange morph suits and stand right next to the glass. Holding the American or Canadian flags during their respective anthems is the ultimate honor, and shaking one’s keys for the opposing team to “start their cars” the ultimate win. If you don’t have a jersey, get out, and if you say “it’s all your fault!” 4 times when we’ve only scored twice, please go crawl in your hole until the next period. When you get excited over a mascot in between periods 1 and 2, know ahead of time you can’t order it as a panini, and yes, debit is accepted, so buy that cute upperclassmen girl her pretzel if you can spare it. Corner Crew is a community, a right, and an electric atmosphere- there’s a reason it’s #3, so “if you can’t hit the net, hit the ref”...just kidding, I’ll see you Friday. GO TIGERS.
