Did that really just happen? I keep waiting to wake up and find that it was all just some horrible nightmare. I’m Leo Dicaprio, spinning that totem, waiting for it to keep spinning to let me know that this is some cruel inception.
But unfortunately it is not.
Game 6 really did happen.
The Bruins really did lose.
That stupid totem fell over.
What happened on Monday night was like a punch to the solar plexus. All your air expelled from your body so rapidly, leaving you desperate to catch your breath while your lungs burn and struggle.
Since that night, I’ve taken the time to reflect on it all and I’m now at a point where I can talk about it without getting all teary-eyed. The melancholy has faded and been replaced by an overwhelming sense of pride in my hockey club.
Despite the horrible way that it all ended, I still love this Bruins team. In fact, I love them even more than I did at the start of the season. They showed a grit, determination, and unity of which they, their fans, and the city of Boston should be exceptionally proud. They bared their heart and souls and laid everything out there on the line. They got their chance at the Cup. But it just wasn’t meant to be.
Thank you, Patrice Bergeron, for just being amazing and perfect. Seriously. Even Pants (who hates the Bruins with the fire of a thousand suns) will admit that she respects #37. His man is without a doubt the heart and soul of this Bruins team. Patrice Bergeron is the sun, the rest of the Bruins, the planets which orbit in his golden glow.
Bergeron is not the flashiest player, nor is his visage is not posted in the windows of the NHL store.
But there is no denying that he is one of the fiercest competitor in the NHL. He played Game 6 with a separated shoulder, a broken rib, AND torn rib cartilage.
Do you know what a broken rib feels like? Imagine that every time you take a deep breathe in or out, it feels like you are being stabbed with a knife.
So, ya…that’s fun.
In countless post game interviews, the Bruins players talked about how much they loved each other and what it was to play together. We joke about the Seguin/Marchand bromance, but it seems as though the whole Bruins team was just one big collective bromance.
This is a team that was virtually unchanged since their 2011 Stanley Cup win. That run a mere two years ago solidified this unbreakable bond. I imagine that the Bruins are much like a band of brothers who in war time would give their heart, soul, and lay down their lives for each other. Just look at Gregory Campbell.
I can’t take anything away from what the Hawks did in this lockout shortened season. From the get-go, the Hawks were the best team in the league. If anyone deserved to win, it was them.
Their history making win streak to start the season set a pace and expectation that the Hawks ultimately lived up to. They stumbled a bit, had some hard-fought playoff series wins, and while it wasn’t perfect, the shiny fruit of their labor is all that really matters.
As much as I want to hate the Hawks, I can’t. They are an exceptional hockey club and it would be foolish of me as a hockey fan to deride them and their obvious talent simply because they beat my beloved Bruins.
I think what makes it all so heart-wrenching is how it all went down. With so little time left and the Bruins within reach of forcing a game 7, the Hawks came in like some magicians and swiped that tablecloth from right underneath my good china. It all went crashing to the floor, shattering into a million little pieces.
I’m starting to glue the pieces back together, but it is going to take me some time. Like all summer.
The post-game interviews…I still can’t watch. The thought of teary-eyed Tyler Seguin and sad panda face Patrice Bergeron is all too much. I just want to reach through the screen and pull them in for a great big hug.
If only game 6 had been 58 minutes instead of 60 – what would have happened then?
Maybe game 7 would led the Bruins to the Cup or maybe the outcome would have been exactly the same. It is impossible to know.
What I do know is that this is a Bruins team that is something truly special. We’ll have to see what the off-season has in store for us. Who will come and who will go?
But come October, you know where to find me. Decked out in my Black and Gold, ready for another run at the Cup.Tags: Boston Bruins, Chicago Blackhawks, stanley cup, Stanley Cup Finals