about tonight. . .

Boston, Massachusetts.
Home of modern-day segregation, people on smartphones, 5 Amazon Kindles per subway car, liquor stores for days, oh yeah and the Boston Bruins.

It's a game 7 tonight, at 8pm.
Dwayne Roloson's lifetime stats in elimination games have lit up the skies of Twitter, people who have previously sworn of Ryan Malone practically have money on him getting a GWG.
OTHERWISE REASONABLE PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY REFERRING TO THEM AS THE "BOLTS."

HOW ABOUT NO, THAT ISN'T ACTUALLY WHAT YOUR TEAM IS CALLED.


This picture enough should be enough to make you believe in Boston, because despite everything listed above, Boston is one of those cities that has a veneer of rich assholes and sheep. Underneath are the lost, the students, the actual sportsfans who understand that liking the Red Sox makes you a douchebag.
The Bruins worked their asses off to be where they are with an anemic power play and questionable offensive consistency. The Lightning probably don't have souls. They have as little soul as the Sedin twins on a 5-on-3 power play. It's all mind control.

Just bring it back.

Go Bruins.
We figure at the very least Brooks Orpik would want it this way and you don't want to defy him.

Go Pens too. At whatever it is they're doing right now. . .