Well, here we are.
Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals.
Bruins vs. Canucks.
East vs. West.
Bear vs. Orca.
For fans of both teams, tonight will be a special game. History will be made.
Bruins have the opportunity to win their first Cup in 39 years. Canucks have the chance to win their first Cup ever.
Through 82 regular season games and 3 rounds of intense playoff action, both teams have battled and bled for hockey glory. They felled hated foes, only to create new ones with a single bite.
They’ve been concussed, cut, punched, slashed, some within an inch of their lives, only to emerge a roaring beast full of fire and determination and sheer will.
Tonight….someone wins the Cup.
We all know where my loyalties lie. My blood runs Black and Gold. For those that know me, they know that my love for this great sport and for the Bruins is not fairweather. It is a deep, pure love, one that has sustained itself season after season, through every victory and every heart-wrenching defeat.
At 8pm EST, I’ll be sitting on my couch with my fingers and my toes and my hair crossed. My roommate has graciously agreed to have a defibrilator ready. I’ve already warned her that I may cry.
Oh and a fun fact about tonight…tonight, there will be a lunar eclipse.
Last time there was a lunar eclipse…it was Oct. 27, 2004…the day the Red Sox broke the curse and won the World Series.