Best Band: Cornell. The Big Red can play the blues.

Worst band: SLU. A lone trumpet player came to Bright in January and played a lonely solo of "When the Saints Go Marching In." If this fella was the act, everyone would have been marching out.

Most Original Band: Clarkson. The Knight band comes with electric guitarist. How 'bout a little Hendrix to start the game?

Best Food: Vermont. We wanted homemade pasta and we got it. We wanted hot bagels and we got them, too. Vermont even came equipped with Cool Ranch Doritos and orange juice. Burlington is a place where your appetite never goes unsatisfied.

Best ECAC Town: Vermont. Burlington is a yuppie's delight. The streets are clean. The cars are clean. The people look clean. Rumor has it that Mr. Clean lives in a cottage off Lake Champlain.

Best Popcorn: Colgate. One buck will get you one large bucket of popcorn. It's so good Orville Reddenbachker has been rumored to be offering his first-born child for the recipe. Money, however, goes to the Colgate's men's lacrosse team.

Worst Press Box: Yale. It looks like a pub out of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." The stools are squeaky, the space is small and you spend the whole night hoping no one will steal your notes.

Best Press Box: Vermont. Beatifully overhanging the ice, this press box gives you a great view of the game at a distance where you don't have to worry about getting whacked by a puck. But you get to see some great hockey.

Most Exciting Fans: Vermont, SLU. They cheer. They give standing ovations. They appreciate good hockey.

Most Tasteless Fans: Colgate. When Crimson freshman John Weisbrod was hurt up in Hamilton, N.Y., the Raider fans started a count down, like a boxing referee.

10, nine, eight...one. Knockout. It was uncalled for.

Most Tasteless, but Exciting Fans: Cornell. Hands down, Lynah Rink is one big party. The fans do the newspaper bit, the fish bit, the sexual object bit, the chicken bit. They do it all. Even call Coach Bill Cleary bald.