Yale over Quinnipiac, in Pittsburgh, 4-0. That's it. Yale wins the championship. I assure you, it's been a long time coming.
I've already blabbed about Quinnipiac, so let me tell you about Yale. About 10 years ago, back when I would skate for Yale Youth Hockey six days a week, anyone who walked into Ingalls Rink (the Yale Whale) through the wall of doors on Sachem Street would see a couple of metal-and-glass cases, on legs maybe four and a half feet high, more or less parallel to the ground. If I had enough time to dilly-dally before getting dressed for practice, I'd walk over to the cases and take a look. In there was a little bit of Yale memorabilia (sepia photos of white guys wearing inadequate pads), and then there were a couple of felt boards with insertable plastic letters, which displayed ECAC standings. It looked like the directory at a low-rent office building, or the posted menu at a diner. The cases are still there, I've learned, but who knows if the felt boards are.