Wednesday, May 13, 2009

GNH: Bringing it back home...

Bergeron sparks B's
To another win; which brings
the series back home

Now we're right back where we left off last year. Storming back from a 3-1 series deficit against a bunch of clowns with red in their jerseys. Let's look for this year to turn out differently in game 7 as we're a far superior team to last year and maybe, just maybe, this video will be all too appropriate...

Monday, May 11, 2009

GNH: Bruins show signs of life...

Physical effort

Leads to much improved chances

and they're not dead yet

Monday, May 4, 2009

A flood of emotions

That was an intense sports weekend. I'm not gonna lie, i spent the entire weekend thinking about what to write in this space, or any other, for that matter. Landing on substantive analysis just didn't seem like something i could pull off. And then the Bruins went ahead and lost their first playoff game of the year...let's just say that didn't serve my emotional state well. Thankfully, i'm a blogger (allegedly) and i'm damn sure that restrictions on bloggers overtly displaying emotion as a means of release are non-existent. Let's face it, Simmons does it every time he writes.

I went from a dominant Bruins win in game 1 (sort of unexpectedly) accompanied by a few Jager shots to a wierd Kentucky Derby that made me smile ear to ear (don't ask, Calvin Borrel just does something wierd to me) and a great Celtics victory in Game 7 to last night. What happened last night anyway? I spent over $150 to watch Game 2 in a suite with the girlfriend, Caveman, Mr Friday Night and a number of new friends in the Boston Media who shall remain nameless for the time being. Then an ominous sign came: As I watched the first period, i noticed Glen Wesley in the suite next to us - wearing a nice red tie to emphasize his affiliation with the Hartford Whalers, er, 'Canes. At that point, as i became momentarily starstruck, i realized we were boned.

No way were we winning a game in which the Robin to Ray Bourque's batman shows up in the opponent's colors. Then to boot, Patrice Bergeron nearly broke a scoreless tie with a shot that flipped inches over the crossbar of an empty net...shades of Mr. Wesley himself from Game 1 of the 1990 Cup finals. I felt like Michael J Fox was suddenly calling the game in my head and it was only a matter of time before Peter Klima would break the city's collective heart.

Well, i was right. From the Bruins skating in mud, to bad decisions by Thomas and Chara, to a hot Cam Ward, we simply couldn't muster a meaningful shot from there on in and fell 3-0 in anticlimactic fashion.
Thankfully, this is not 1990. This is just one game. This is still the beginning. The Bruins will rebound and i'm pretty sure that no team has ever gone 16-0 through the playoffs - so you could say this was inevitable. (Dwight Howard is huge and i want him to die)
Right now, i know that Claude is hammering the Bruins for not being more aggressive and will have them coming out strong Wednesday night, but frankly i'm still pissed as hell at the showing they posted last night. Hopefully, the Bruins are composed. Like Mark Recchi said, "Never get too high, never get too low"