Boston Bruins: Round Four Game Six (Canucks)

     And the 2010-2011 hockey season will come down to one game.  I don't think the Bruins or us fans could ask for much more.  This team that has entertained us for over 100 games has never done anything the easy way, so it feels fitting that they take the Stanley Cups Finals to a game seven.  We've spent 106 games on the edge of our seats, what's one game more?  Once the finals came back to Boston, I figured this was how the series would play out, it was the best the Bruins fans could hope for.  Dominate in Boston and hope for that lucky bounce in Vancouver that has avoided them thus far.  Anything can happen in a game seven, it's one game for everything, and if the Bruins play like they have all series, all they need is that one break and they will be carrying the cup back to Boston.
     I'll admit it, I was a little scared going into game six.  Everyone seemed to confident.  Everyone was saying what I wrote after game 5 and it all started to sound like a done deal.  Boston couldn't lose in Boston, this series was going back to Vancouver for game seven.  When the media takes a side like that it's usually a sure win for the other side.  I was scared the Bruins would buy into the hype, believe that they couldn't lose at home, and not play as desperate as they did the last two home games.  And the first three minutes looked bad... really bad.  Vancouver was taking it to the Bruins and I was shaking in my boots.  And then Marchand fired that shot over the world's greatest positional goalie, Roberto Loungo, and everything changed.  Mr. Loungo sure could have used some tire pumping after getting pulled a few minutes and a few goals later.
     The most important thing for the Bruins in game seven is to get the first goal.  They don't necessarily need to bust out of the box, it seems like the team that jumps out early ends up losing during these playoffs, but they have to get that first goal and get it in the first period.  They have to take the crowd out early and put doubt into Loungo's head.  It can be done.  There's no reason we can't see the Bruins that played games three, four and six in Vancouver.  Thorton or Recchi or Julian needs to figure out how to get that team out on Vancouver ice.
     9 months, 106 games and it all comes down to sixty minutes (or maybe a few more).  This team has brought me back to my youth.  They remind me of the Bruins teams I grew up with.  Teams that fought and scrapped for everything they got, teams that represented the blue collar make-up of the city they played in, teams filled with colorful character and amazing talent, teams that were able to take Boston to the brink of their first championship since '72.  No matter what happens Wednesday night, I will thank this team for the enjoyment they have given me and will look forward to what the future holds, but really, nothing is going to feel more rewarding then hoisting that cup.  I want to go to a parade, boys!  Let's get this done!