Two miles inbound on Commonwealth Avenue, things aren't so rosy. The train still runs, shuffling BU students to class or their internship or a few blocks to their favorite watering hole, but for Terrier hockey fans, the yellow light announcing the vehicle's destination looms a painful reminder both of where they are and where they are not, what they had and what they don't have now.
"BOSTON COLLEGE," it reads.
Destination: Championships.
