My most-liked Instagram photos from the past 2 weeks.
Uploaded via autosets.
Thanks for everything, Timmy. You crazy bastard.
I’ve always said Andy Moog was my favorite Bruins goalie, but after last summer, I think TT might have to be my favorite. Definitely the most memorable and fun to watch. He’ll be missed.
The funniest part of this is that he got two plugs into his farewell. I wonder how much he got paid for dropping those links.
Putting things into perspective for the pinkhats: though this was a crushing end to the Bruins season, it’s kind of what pre-Cup Bruins fans have come to expect, but this is really only the third most disappointing end to season in the last five years:
1. 2010 vs Philadelphia. The collapse.
2. 2009 vs Carolina. Scott Walker.
3. 2012 vs Washington.
4. 2008 vs Montreal. Not too disappointing considering the B’s were the 8 seed.
Everything they’ve done with the bear is awesome, especially his Summer With the Cup photos. He’s way cooler than Blades.
I want to be his friend.
Ellie is watching the #Bruins with me. (Taken with instagram)
Hockey is back tonight.
The Bruins are back tonight.
The banner will be raised tonight.
I grew up surrounded by hockey.
When I wasn’t playing hockey, I was probably either reading a book, thinking about playing hockey or reading a book while also thinking about playing hockey. My brother (Justin) is three and a half years younger than me, so when he was old enough to walk and run - and more importantly, pass and shoot a puck - he played too. I lived in a neighborhood with a handful of kids within a few years of each other, and the majority of them liked hockey too. (I think I got most of them into the sport, to be honest.) School would end, I’d come home and do my homework first (mom’s rule) and then it was time to spend hours in the driveway, sometimes until the sun went down or later. Sometimes it was just me, shooting the ball or working on passing it to myself off the house, which mom hated. Other times, there were games. 2-on-2, 3-on-3, whoever-was-there-on-whoever-was-there. My brother ended up being a goalie, and a damn good one at that, so we had a fully-suited goalie in net for most of the games. If it was raining, Justin and I would play inside with tiny sticks and foam balls. Then I started playing dekhockey (pictured), and stuck with that for 12 years. I was on mostly good teams, occasionally a not-so-good team, and was fortunate enough to win a handful of championships. I scored some goals, but was known more for my passing. (Sadly, my best year was cut short by a knee injury. I still led the league in assists and finished tied for second in points that year, though.) I even got to travel to places like Niagara Falls and New Jersey for hockey tournaments when I joined a travel team. I look back on those trips very fondly.
Because just playing hockey wasn’t enough, I wanted to watch it as much as possible too. We didn’t have cable, so we couldn’t watch all the Bruins games. We watched whenever they were on channel 38. If I couldn’t watch, I’d turn on my radio and fall asleep listening to the game. I was able to go to a few games at the old Boston Garden before it was replaced, and every time I’m in the new Garden I think about just how much nicer it is than the old one. I drew the spoked B on just about everything I had. I idolized the players, had their posters on my wall and collected all their trading cards. I wore out NHL ‘93 and ‘96 on Sega. Bourque, Oates, Juneau, Janney, Neely, Donato, Moog. The list goes on.
Hockey has literally been a part of my life as long as I can remember.
A great deal of my early memories involve the sport. I don’t know what I would have done if they’d won the Cup back then, and I’m not sure I would have been able to appreciate it quite as much as I can now. That said, I watched 10 years ago when Bourque won the Cup with Colorado and that moment always stuck with me as the best sports moment of my life. This week, I have a new best sports moment of my life, and I couldn’t be happier about that. It was great to see the Red Sox and Patriots win over the past 10 years, (I don’t like basketball so the Celtics winning meant nothing to me) but to finally see this team win means more to me than I can say. It’s truly something I’ve wanted to see my entire life, and now it’s here. It really happened.
I know the Bruins haven’t been the most popular team in this region for awhile, and lots of people just started watching over the past few weeks. They probably don’t know anything about the Jacobs futility, the Joe Thornton trade, Ray Bourque or the playoff heartbreaks of the previous two years, but there’s nothing wrong with that. I’ve heard a lot of people complaining about the sudden influx of new fans, but not me; I think it’s great that people are taking an interest in this team. (On the other hand, knowing little to nothing about the game/team and pretending you do is pretty pathetic, but that’s completely different.) I, for one, welcome these new fans. Maybe some of them watched just because they thought it was the cool thing to do. Maybe some of them watched because they wanted to see dudes with beards punching each other. Maybe some of them watched because they were watching the NBA playoffs and realized basketball is a stupid sport played by stupid thugs and they were looking for something new to watch. Maybe some of them watched because they’re alcoholics who need reasons to go to bars to get drunk with other alcoholics. To all of those people, whatever their motivation, I have this to say: stick with this team. Stick with this sport. Play the sport. Watch the sport, even if the Bruins aren’t playing. Learn the sport, the rules, the tactics and strategies, and don’t just accept and agree with whatever the commentators say. It’s the best and most exciting sport out there. Also: don’t drink so much.
Thank you, 2010-2011 Boston Bruins, for making a lifelong dream of mine come true. Let’s do it again next year. I’ll be watching, and now that you opened up the eyes of this region, I hope everyone else will be too.