Collateral damage.Logjam has been disarmed, though the toilet paper casualties were in the thousands.
Collateral damage.Logjam has been disarmed, though the toilet paper casualties were in the thousands.
To save the asshole, we had to destroy the asshole.Collateral damage.
My brother actually just called there. He said they expect to reach capacity around 6:30-7ish, based on the C's Game 7 last year.
My friends were all actually planning to go there for the game, but we all kinda decided to scrap those plans last minute for a whole host of reasons. We are going to watch it at my parents' house, which is where we all basically grew up and fell in love with hockey. It's the place that reminds me of the countless hours playing street hockey in the driveway, playing NHL 94 on Sega, lying on the floor listening to Fred and Turk lionize Ray Bourque and Cam Neely, waking up at 5:30am to go to my pee wee games, hurrying home after little league games to see the Stanley Cup Playoffs on ESPN, with Steve Levy and Gary Thorne doing PBP and Bill Clement on color. My mom (all mom jokes aside) is honestly the biggest Bruins fan I know. Back when I was too young to stay up past the first period (always asking to wait until the next commercial to go to bed), she would always leave me a written recap of the game for when I woke up in the morning. She still texts me during big moments of big games, she hangs up posters and memorabilia of Bruins players around her classroom, and has watched as many games as I have this year.
All of these memories happened at my parents' house, with all my childhood friends and (of course) my parents. It's only fitting that that's where I watch the game tonight, as there's really no other place I'd rather be if they win it all. I was there in 2004 to celebrate the biggest Sox win of my life, and it's the perfect place to be to celebrate the biggest Bruins win of my life with the people who mean the most to me.
It all ends at the beginning.
My brother actually just called there. He said they expect to reach capacity around 6:30-7ish, based on the C's Game 7 last year.
My friends were all actually planning to go there for the game, but we all kinda decided to scrap those plans last minute for a whole host of reasons. We are going to watch it at my parents' house, which is where we all basically grew up and fell in love with hockey. It's the place that reminds me of the countless hours playing street hockey in the driveway, playing NHL 94 on Sega, lying on the floor listening to Fred and Turk lionize Ray Bourque and Cam Neely, waking up at 5:30am to go to my pee wee games, hurrying home after little league games to see the Stanley Cup Playoffs on ESPN, with Steve Levy and Gary Thorne doing PBP and Bill Clement on color. My mom (all mom jokes aside) is honestly the biggest Bruins fan I know. Back when I was too young to stay up past the first period (always asking to wait until the next commercial to go to bed), she would always leave me a written recap of the game for when I woke up in the morning. She still texts me during big moments of big games, she hangs up posters and memorabilia of Bruins players around her classroom, and has watched as many games as I have this year.
All of these memories happened at my parents' house, with all my childhood friends and (of course) my parents. It's only fitting that that's where I watch the game tonight, as there's really no other place I'd rather be if they win it all. I was there in 2004 to celebrate the biggest Sox win of my life, and it's the perfect place to be to celebrate the biggest Bruins win of my life with the people who mean the most to me.
It all ends at the beginning.
This sounds like a line from a south park parody of a Jeff Goldblum movie.To save the asshole, we had to destroy the asshole.
And this:Because it seems appropriate in light of TFP's post:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7CHH6yShbs
More like Colorectal damageTo save the asshole, we had to destroy the asshole.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GDraTZO9MoI wish I was smarter so I could put words to what I'm feeling right now.
Great post, this one hit me hard.My brother actually just called there. He said they expect to reach capacity around 6:30-7ish, based on the C's Game 7 last year.
My friends were all actually planning to go there for the game, but we all kinda decided to scrap those plans last minute for a whole host of reasons. We are going to watch it at my parents' house, which is where we all basically grew up and fell in love with hockey. It's the place that reminds me of the countless hours playing street hockey in the driveway, playing NHL 94 on Sega, lying on the floor listening to Fred and Turk lionize Ray Bourque and Cam Neely, waking up at 5:30am to go to my pee wee games, hurrying home after little league games to see the Stanley Cup Playoffs on ESPN, with Steve Levy and Gary Thorne doing PBP and Bill Clement on color. My mom (all mom jokes aside) is honestly the biggest Bruins fan I know. Back when I was too young to stay up past the first period (always asking to wait until the next commercial to go to bed), she would always leave me a written recap of the game for when I woke up in the morning. She still texts me during big moments of big games, she hangs up posters and memorabilia of Bruins players around her classroom, and has watched as many games as I have this year.
All of these memories happened at my parents' house, with all my childhood friends and (of course) my parents. It's only fitting that that's where I watch the game tonight, as there's really no other place I'd rather be if they win it all. I was there in 2004 to celebrate the biggest Sox win of my life, and it's the perfect place to be to celebrate the biggest Bruins win of my life with the people who mean the most to me.
It all ends at the beginning.
The most heartbreaking part of this post is that you live in Ohio.Great post, this one hit me hard.
I also grew up in a hockey household. My parents used to love watching me play hockey, they'd come to every single practice and never missed a game or tournament. When I was 8 I quit baseball because it wasn't exciting enough for me. Later that winter my Dad found out that Bobby Orr was going to be signing autographs in a local bank in Hyannis and wanted to bring me to meet him. We ended up getting a flat tire a mile from the bank and abandoned his truck and ran to the bank hoping we could get there in time. We were one of the last one's in line, but I got to meet Bobby Orr and get his autograph. While at the bank there was a kid in front of me with hockey pants and shinpads on and I looked at my dad and told him I wanted to play hockey. Unbeknownst to my mom, my dad had brought me down to sign up for hockey the following week. My mom, being the awesome lady that she is, immediately brought me to the local sporting good store to outfit me in hockey gear (not knowing a thing about hockey equipment and not really being able to afford it).
My mom loves to tell the story of my first hockey practice - I showed up to the rink with my new equipment and no idea what to do. I sat down in the locker room while my dad helped me put on my equipment. I didn't have a jersey or hockey socks, so I wore a sweatshirt over my shoulder pads and sweatpants over my shinpads - my old man tied my skates and I was off. As practice wore on and I was falling all over the ice, my mom turns to my dad and says "He's going to hate it!" The practice ended with a scrimmage and my first goal as a hockey player - as I got the puck in the slot and tried to shoot the puck, I fell face forward and managed to get the puck in the back of the net; I immediately jumped up and looked at my parents. As I came off the ice I looked at my parents and told them "I love it!" and never looked back.
Now that I live in Ohio and far away from my parents, it's always a bit hard at times like this when I realize I can't be at home sharing these memories with my parents. One of the best things about sports is being able to share memories with the people you love.
That deserves a phone call home to Mom and Dad to say thank you.Great post, this one hit me hard.
I also grew up in a hockey household. My parents used to love watching me play hockey, they'd come to every single practice and never missed a game or tournament. When I was 8 I quit baseball because it wasn't exciting enough for me. Later that winter my Dad found out that Bobby Orr was going to be signing autographs in a local bank in Hyannis and wanted to bring me to meet him. We ended up getting a flat tire a mile from the bank and abandoned his truck and ran to the bank hoping we could get there in time. We were one of the last one's in line, but I got to meet Bobby Orr and get his autograph. While at the bank there was a kid in front of me with hockey pants and shinpads on and I looked at my dad and told him I wanted to play hockey. Unbeknownst to my mom, my dad had brought me down to sign up for hockey the following week. My mom, being the awesome lady that she is, immediately brought me to the local sporting good store to outfit me in hockey gear (not knowing a thing about hockey equipment and not really being able to afford it).
My mom loves to tell the story of my first hockey practice - I showed up to the rink with my new equipment and no idea what to do. I sat down in the locker room while my dad helped me put on my equipment. I didn't have a jersey or hockey socks, so I wore a sweatshirt over my shoulder pads and sweatpants over my shinpads - my old man tied my skates and I was off. As practice wore on and I was falling all over the ice, my mom turns to my dad and says "He's going to hate it!" The practice ended with a scrimmage and my first goal as a hockey player - as I got the puck in the slot and tried to shoot the puck, I fell face forward and managed to get the puck in the back of the net; I immediately jumped up and looked at my parents. As I came off the ice I looked at my parents and told them "I love it!" and never looked back.
Now that I live in Ohio and far away from my parents, it's always a bit hard at times like this when I realize I can't be at home sharing these memories with my parents. One of the best things about sports is being able to share memories with the people you love.
That deserves a phone call home to Mom and Dad to say thank you.
NaokoFunayama
Julien says team mood good, guys ready. "You need your total game to win Game 7".
Unfortunately his parents screen his calls.That deserves a phone call home to Mom and Dad to say thank you.
HackswithHaggs
No Alex Edler this morning for Canucks after he was banged up for 3rd of Game 6. No Hamhuis. No Raymond. Vancouver really getting beaten up
Now this is all something we can get behind.Fuck the Nucks.
Win it for the girl at my work with a tight ass wearing a Bruins shirt.
@BizNasty2point0
Paul Bissonnette
A few years ago @max25talbot became a hero for the Pens scoring 2 in game 7. Im taking Dan Paille from Welland for the winner tonight #Horse
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