So it was once again Wednesday evening, the Bruins minced to pieces by Les Glorieux in a Game 7, their nerves frayed from the opening faceoff, their bumbling newbie defensemen dripping rivulets behind the ears, their top two lines frozen in time and in the futility of their goal-scoring ineptitude.
The final sight was a brutish, agitated Milan Lucic (0-0—0 in the final four games) jawing his way through the sacrosanct handshake line. The perturbed big man was a fright, not only in the utter incompetence of his production, but also his inability to abide politely by the time-honored code of respecting one’s conqueror in the goodbye line at center ice.
-Kevin Paul Dupont of the Boston Globe where you can read more on the Bruins/Canadiens...
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