Dear Bruins
Thanks to your epic fail, my stomach feels like something's trying to get out and I have a stress headache. I wasn't going to let myself get sucked in, but goddamn, jumping out to that lead. Still, there was that niggling little voice in the back of the brain that every New Englander has whenever it comes to our sports teams and the weather- that vague sense of impending doom that is only extinguished once the final buzzer sounds and a week passes. Then and only then can we allow ourselves to believe it really happened.
We've had quite a bit of prosperity these past few years, between the Sox, Pats, and Celts. The Bruins, once the toast of the town, became the runt of the litter, the perpetual fuck-up that you still can't help but love.
Well, tonight, the little fucker kicked us in the nuts and then ran outside and set the car on fire before calling Child and Family Services and saying we beat him. It was that bad a night, especially since it started so good. And now, well.... it's going to take a long time to forget this one.
So I will drag my ass to bed and in the morning, hopefully feel better.
We've had quite a bit of prosperity these past few years, between the Sox, Pats, and Celts. The Bruins, once the toast of the town, became the runt of the litter, the perpetual fuck-up that you still can't help but love.
Well, tonight, the little fucker kicked us in the nuts and then ran outside and set the car on fire before calling Child and Family Services and saying we beat him. It was that bad a night, especially since it started so good. And now, well.... it's going to take a long time to forget this one.
So I will drag my ass to bed and in the morning, hopefully feel better.