The first period is over. The Bruins are trailing the Flyers 1-0. Philly’s goal was a horrible shift for the Bruins. I think they took 24356724362 shots on that one possession, all while the Boston defense stood still with their fingers up their noses.
duuuuuuuuh
Philly controlled most of the period, but the Bruins showed a little life in the last couple of minutes.
The Bruins need to get their shit together in the next period and score a couple of goals.
Go Bruins!
Fear. Terror. Paranoia to a level never experienced before.
That’s how I feel about tonight’s Bruins game.
Game six. The Bruins still hold a solid three games to two lead in the best of seven series. One win for Boston and it’s over. Philly goes home.
Game four was a great game. It was sad that it ended in overtime with a Philly win, but a three games to one lead is still more or less insurmountable.
Game five, back home in Boston… Disaster of ’04 Yankees proportions. They sucked. They were just plain awful. Horrible. Painful. They were there on the ice, but they weren’t there on the ice… ya know? It was just brutal to watch.
Now tonight we are back in Philadelphia for game six. Again, a win tonight for Boston and they advance. A loss tonight… and the unthinkable happens. A three nothing series lead becomes a three all tie. If they had played game five the way they played game six I would be feeling pretty confident in my home town team. Nervous, perhaps, but still confident. But given the way they did play game five… let’s just say that if they play like that again Philly might as well book their hotel rooms for the Eastern Conference Finals.
We need the team that played games one through three to show up tonight. We need the Bruins to play like their lives depend on it. That’s the only way they ever win. Determination is the key! Aggressiveness is the key!
Reposting this picture may be the key too!
Like the bear says, “Never, Ever Date a Flyers Fan. Even if She Shaves Her Mustache!”
You guys wouldn’t want to upset the bear, would you? Win it tonight! Win it in game six and get yourselves into the Conference Finals!
Go Bruins!
GO BRUINS!
GO BRUINS!
Last night after work Jen and I went food shopping. We didn’t need a lot, but we did need deli meat. Off to the deli counter we go!
When we got there the situation was surprisingly tense. Most of the staff were standing around looking slightly nervous. Something was definitely going on.
It soon became apparent that there was one very unhappy cat working in the deli section. He was ranting like a Nazi at a parade.
“…Not staying here ’till 10:00 like last night.”
“If you don’t have a customer you better start wrapping the cheese. I don’t want to be stuck here until 10:00 again.”
“Come on, there are customers, let’s go. I’m not getting stuck here like last night.”
Clearly this man was the supervisor, and clearly the staff needed to be whipped into shape after a poor performance the night before. Clearly he had been stuck at work until approximately 10:00pm on Monday night. Clearly this was a near unforgivable sin.
He stormed with a fury that nearly made his plastic hair net explode!
Finally the motivational rant came to an end. The staff were clicking on all cylinders and they were burning through the line of customers. Eventually they came to number 63… which was the number my dear, loving, wife had in her hand. Which member of the deli counter staff called out this number? The ranting, Nazi of the deli, that’s who. Oh he of the not getting stuck here until 10:00 fame!
Jen looked this foe in the eye and proudly said, “I’d like 3/4 of a pound of land-o-lakes cheese, please.” Seeing that he had clearly met a strong, more forceful, and much much prettier opponent, he quickly got about the business of getting my wife her cheese.
My wife has the power to tame the fiercest deli counter Nazi. She’s AMAZING!!
(for the record kids, there were no actual nazi’s in the store last night. Just a guy who didn’t want to work late. I exaggerated the situation a little, with the exception of how freakin’ amazing is my wife, and also how she was much much prettier than the guy working the counter. He was actually very nice to my sweetie, and I think he might have been 85-90% kidding when he was ranting to the other employees. He wasn’t really a nazi at all. He just didn’t like working late. Neither do I. I hope he got out of there at 9:00 on the dot last night.)
We are probably going to spend some quality time looking for the slew of hidden Mickeys through out the parks.
I already know where to look for one of them.
This is another place we’re going back to soon.
I.
Can’t.
Wait.
Coming soon to MTV, Warren the Ape! The finest actor the Earth has ever seen. Gary Oldman pretty much said so.
Here’s a picture of the Bobby Orr statue outside of the garden. I found this on espn.com.
It’s too bad the current Bruins had to suck so bad last night. Clinching the series would have been a perfect end to the day’s celebration.
Bobby Orr is the greatest hockey player ever.
Go Bruins!
Here is something to think about for the next Game Night…
