I mean, don’t get me wrong. I fucking LOVE the way Bergy sought out the much bigger Blake Wheeler to exact some revenge for Wheeler’s earlier hacking (also love Marchand doing the Adrian Adonis “Goodnight, Irene” thing to Wheeler after the initial confrontation).
But, Jesus Christ, man. My heart can’t take that. That 10 seconds gave me worse IBS than a sorority pledge class; stress I did not feel once during the AFC Championship Game. Because one fucking punch can end it all. And that’s the blunt reality dealing with Patrice Bergeron-Cleary given his concussion history.
To paraphrase the great Lou Brown: Nice heart, Bergeron. Don’t ever fuckin’ do it again.
As for the game itself, that was the comeback win I expected from this squad. And they’re back in third place in the Atlantic (tied with second place DET’s 64 points but DET has more ROW). No, they’re not world-beaters but they’re an NHL team that got beat 9-2 at home last game. Can o’ corn. I gave this one out as early as Tuesday.
Give it to me, Billy.
And if you missed Episode 2 of The R.A. and Whitney Show (KILLER name…), here you go:
Back to my regularly-scheduled vacation.