If you've been locked in a walk-in freezer all day, you might not have heard that the Bruins beat the Penguins last night to take a commanding 3-0 series lead in the Eastern Conference Finals. It was one for the ages... an instant classic... an outstanding double overtime masterpiece. It was the hockey equivalent of a pitchers' duel—but instead of pitchers, it was goalies. Who would cave first? Not Tuukka!
It's a good thing the Bruins won that game because I would've been some pissed if I stayed up until 12:15am to see a loss. Thank you, Patrice Bergeron, for that. I usually go to bed before 10 most nights so keeping myself alert and occupied and upright was quite a chore—especially during those really long intermissions. But I did it. I beat the Sandman to see Bergeron beat Vokoun. And now the B's have the opportunity to win the series at home, and a chance to once again hoist Lord Stanley's chalice.
No words in existence could adequately recap what an amazing game these two teams played. The Penguins looked as if someone lit a fire under them, or maybe it was desperation. I think they look similar.
I've also decided this blog needs its own award that can be virtually handed out to some deserving athlete that has gone above and beyond. So without further ado, I would like to present the inaugural Big Balls Award to Boston forward, Gregory Campbell. Campbell threw himself in front of a Evgeni Malkin slap shot during a Pitt powerplay, broke his fibula and STILL continued to play for the remaining 45 seconds of the penalty. Holy shit, does this guy have guts or what?!
In case you missed it...
I can honestly say I might pass out from holding my breath Friday night if this is another close one. But now they've got to win it for Soupy!
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