You can't be. You either are or you aren't. And that sort of describes Thursday's
Bruins game against the
Canadiens.
Or maybe it doesn't. It works in my mind, but, honestly, I'm tired right now, mentally and physically, and bed is going to be a much better use of my time than watching the
rebroadcast.
My point is that the
Bruins almost won tonight's game, or, at least, almost tied it. They weren't amazing from an offensive point of view --
6 shots, 8, and 7 are not impressive stats -- but the defensive play
almost made up for that lapse, and things were cranking in the third period. The
Bs kept trying to win and kept themselves in the game until the end of regulation.
And then there was overtime.
I guess another team was on the ice then.
It seemed to happen so fast from our view in upgraded seats. At one moment, they were in the
Canadiens' end, shooting on net or trying to shoot. I was ready, with my camera, convinced that now or a minute from now, the
Bs were going to win and I was going to see everyone come off the bench to congratulate
Felix.
In the next moment, it was a blur of white and red and it was over,
Potvin knocking game winner (and
former Bruin)
Joe Juneau's* stick out of his pads and into the air and angrily leaving the ice.
Who could blame him?
What was the reason for making
37 saves, for
Jeff Jillson's dive to block a shot, and for any other number of plays, if people were just going to skate half-heartedly when it came to overtime?
I was mad when I was watching
the game in person. Now that I've seen the videotape and know exactly what happened? The word " furious" comes to mind . . .
If you are going to work hard for most of the game, and then stop skating and stand around for the last few minutes, do me a favor: either refund my money or warn me ahead of time, so I can make other plans for the next game.
Bed is calling me. I'll post more later. (Maybe I'll even let you read my letter to
Joe.)
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*
I can hear Bob Lobel now: "Why can't we get players like that?!