The Boston Bruins did it like all great Champions do. Together. (AP Photo)
Josh Beckett pitched the game of the year for the Red Sox last night, and I'm not sure if any Red Sox fans saw a single pitch. For the city of Boston has been infected with Stanley Cup fever these past two months, and last night the cold finally broke. I'm honestly still at a loss on how to express my feelings on all this. I've had time to digest, but am still pretty numb to it all. The Bruins have won the Stanley Cup. That sentence seems unbelievable, and it has to be read over and over again to assure that it's indeed truth.
I feel lucky as all hell. After graduating from college nearly a decade ago I moved to Boston, and during my time living in this great city I've seen 3 Superbowls, 2 World Series, an NBA Title, and now a Stanley Cup Championship. Boston is Rome at it's peak, and gluttony never tasted so good. There have been some tough losses for us fans over the years. The 2003 ALCS, the 2008 Superbowl, the 2009 NBA Finals, and the 2010 Eastern Conference semifinals. But in order to compose a good story you have to have a proper arc, and that means a low point needs to be attained, and last year the Bruins attained this with their choke-job vs. the Philadelphia Flyers. But they rebounded like the Champions they now are, and they earned every inch of this Cup, together, as a Team.
That's what I'll remember most about this Bruins Team years from now. How as a whole they absorbed the tough times, and came out not just on top - but even more importantly - they came out together, as a single unit. Without adversity life wouldn't be a challenge, that's one of the reasons I think Heaven would be boring. But the Bruins showed the grit, moxie, and guts of a true Champion, and last night they reached Heaven their own way, and now the Stanley Cup is firmly in their grasp, hoisted above their heads.
The Bruins have won the Stanley Cup. Read it again.