Bruins In The Cup
Well the Boston Bruins have found themselves in a 0-1 hole going into tomorrow night’s game, as they continue their quest to win the cup for the first time since 72. I know that may not seem like a long time for many Boston fans, considering the Sox went from 1918 to 2004 between championships, but to the die hard fans of the Bruins, I’m sure it’s been pure torture. Now staying on that topic, has anyone else noticed how many new “Bruins fans” have emerged in the past month? There are so many people that couldn’t even tell you what color the puck is, or name the starting line for the B’s, but they have all of a sudden become hockey experts. It’s honestly a disservice to the true fans of Boston hockey, because these fair weather fans are starting to resemble the whole “Pink Sox” fan base that the Red Sox currently have. You know, the teenage girl wearing a pink Red Sox hat claiming that “Kevin Millar, kid” is still their favorite player. It’s just awful.
I literally had this post half written last night, and my take on the finals was going to be based on the bro-mance between Lebron and Wade, and how it has finally flourished. Well guess what? It hasn’t flourished. In fact, the sheer idea of a bromance taking home a title to metro-town Miami took a hard uppercut to the nut region last night from a certain German named Dirk Nowitzki. The Mavs were down by 15 with 6 minutes to go on the road, and in unthinkable action, they turned it around faster than a one-legged rabbit. I watched the game in full, and I’m still not sure how it happened. What I do know, however, is that this series is going to be great to watch, and an even greater reason to get drunk on a Sunday night for Game 3. It’s the playoffs, C’mon.
I know we have beaten this topic to death on TBJ, but when one of the greatest players of all time retires, you gotta give credit where credit is due. The big fella held his announcement today at his 70,000 sq ft house, treating the event in the only fashion that Shaq knows how, as a spectacle. O’Neal seemed a bit nervous to be honest, and there are a few reasons why this could be. Maybe it’s because he knows he is responsible for the Celts not winning it this year, or maybe it’s because his college coach was uncomfortable rubbing his leg the entire time, or maybe it’s because he was sweating to death in that suit in the Florida heat. All could be true, all could be false. But the one thing that is a fact, is that the game was never the same when Shaq entered the NBA 19 years ago, and it will never be the same without him.