I posted this before Game 6. I have never been so confident of anything related to Boston sports, even the Pats at their heights, than this. I am an old school Sox fatalist. But there was no way they were losing this series. Thanks to the regulars here. I am nothing but a mere lurker. What a great ride this team and all of you have given us.
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I am not that old, but at least old enough to have seen a long litany of dirty, cowardly, shit-talking fuckwads skate around the ice and call themselves professional hockey players. I have seen MIke Foligno do a stupid jump after every piddly garbage goal he ever scored. I have seen Claude Lemieux and his Ozarkish mug do unspeakable things and smile toothlessly afterwards. I have seen Ulf Samuelsson basically end my hockey hero's sterling career. I have seen Mario Tremblay stick a guy and run away. I saw Gord Donnelly knee Willie Plett's head into the fucking ice, for fuck's sake.
But this Vancouver team is the most despicable band of phony, craven, classless assholes encountered in over three and half decades of watching my beloved Bruins. They are all those players named above and then some. They are a team of cowards, as opposed to a team that plays a coward every third shift. They are a team that cannot resist every urge that children are coached not to indulge.
We, on the other hand, root for the Bruins, who this year have carried themselves with class, played with intensity, and fought with courage in the face of gutless antagonism. And I am certain that our team will win on Monday. And then our team will win back in British Columbia. And then those cowards will have to line up, shake hands with men who far exceed them in quality and in classiness, and then, and only then, will they be contrite. And nobody, including myself, will give two shits what they feel.
Go Bruins. Win Monday. Then bring it home.
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They did.