The Bruins talked a lotttttt of shit this year. An unusual amount. For a team lead by Zdeno Chara and Patrice Bergeron, the guys who do far more talking with their responsible and dominating play, we sure had our fair share of tweetable quotes from Boston Bruins.
(Sure that licking gif was from last year. I’m gonna choose to ignore that though cuz people don’t forget)
I don’t have a problem with talking a little shit. Lord knows I’ve done my fair share. You’re reading a guy that used to look up his opponents Facebook pages for material in my upcoming games. One would say I dabble in the poopy banter. One kid from Weston, God bless his heart, had a hot mom, a hot sister with a 6’7″ boyfriend, AND he was a usual participant in ballet. Talk about setting yourself up for failure bud.
The Bruins simply can not talk that talk without walking the walk. You want to be the team that chirps for 6 months then falls flat on their face in round one? I sure don’t. There’s nothing I love more than listening to Pittsburgh Steelers guarantee wins, Baltimore Ravens bitch about Tom Brady, Aaron Judge taunt the Sox clubhouse with our win son “Start Spreading The News”, followed by them falling flat on their face to a superior Boston team. It’s as delicious as a Two Ball Screwball on a hot summers day. So the Bruins better be ready to rock and roll tomorrow night against a very dangerous Toronto team. The last two times these teams met in the playoffs the Bruins went up 3-1 in the series and had to win nail biters at home in game 7 to close them out. I’d prefer a cleaner series this go around, my doctor would too.
Now, this confidence/cockiness doesn’t come out of thin air. David Pastrnak owns waterfront property in the Toronto Maple Leafs organization. The man has 11 goals and 11 assists against them since game 1 in last years quarterfinal matchup. That’s good for 22 points in 11 games against the Leafs (sick research, Tim, I know). Not too shabby if you ask me.
PS: In case you forgot how game 7 ended in 2013, kick back and enjoy.
Tomorrow night can’t come fast enough.
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