All this talk of snow and SJU hoops reminds me of the great snowstorm at Syracuse. Not sure if it was Fran’s first or second year here. Anyway we bussed up to the Cuse and stayed at our usual team hotel , Marriott Carrier Circle. Nice hotel, but a long drive on a good day to get to the Carrier Dome. Well bad weather was predicted by the local news so I advised Fran to leave right after 3 PM pregame to arrive with no issues.
Fran discarded my advice( I think he called me Mr Weatherbee) and we stuck it out till our usual 5 PM departure time. Well the big stuff started falling around 3 as predicted and by 5 PM there was already about 4-5 inches on the ground. We start INCHING our way on Thompson Rd. Traffic is at a standstill. Fast forward to 6 PM and we are still at least an hr away with tip off at 7 pm on National TV.
Now Fran is getting agitated, having me call Syracuse’s trainer, to get their AD on the phone. No dice. 630 pm and the bus is stuck in the snow. Fran now wants me to call Big East’s Commissioner Trangese asking him to cancel the game. No dice. We are at the bottom of the hill on a small road STUCK. Fran sees a police car, he jumps out of the bus , waves him down and tells him what’s going on. Fran hops back on the bus and tells me and 3 starting players to cram into the police car and they drive up the hill to the arena. Then another State Police car arrives and takes 3-4 more players. Fran commented that it probably wasn’t the first time some of these players were in the back seat of a cop car ! This goes on for 20 minutes. Finally it’s 715 and they announce a delay in the tip off time as the roof was leaking at the Dome onto the court.
So that gave us time to regroup in the locker room and regain our senses. Game starts with snow plows on top of the Dome trying to get as much snow off to stop the leaks. We must have stopped the game because of wet spots 5-6 times in the first half. They were close to stopping the game on numerous occasions. Not sure if we won or not, but it was a adventure trying to return back to the team hotel that night. Our bus had to be towed to the arena to get us post game. And then to make matters worse, the hotel sent home their food staff workers home with the blizzard, so we didn’t get our usual post game meal. Cold, hungry and tired we retired to our rooms. After that Fran always listened to my travel advice, be it air flights or bus trips