At this rate, Brad Marchand is going to get me kicked out of my building.
Marchand scored a power play goal with 2:16 left in regulation to give the Boston Bruins a come from behind 3-2 win over the Tampa Bay Lightning on Saturday night...
...interupting whatever my aged, crusty, intolerant old spinster of a downstairs neighbor was engaged in, as my entire flat exploded with noise when the little ball of hate scored the game winner. Usually she runs straight to the landlord when Marchand scores his goals, which always seem to be timely and dramatic, but this time she called the Po-po...
...who finished watching the match with us and even took some time to have some of my son's birthday cake, then went downstairs to have a word with the old woman.
The 1:00pm matinee offered us a reprieve, I thought, from the usual noise complaints. We were having my son's 9th birthday party at the same time, and when the Bruins completed their comeback from being down 2-0, well, you can just imagine the noise with 15 kids loaded up on frosting and soda...
The match itself had everything that's right in a 9 year old's wheelhouse. Fighting, unsportsman like conduct, more fighting, a nasty elbow and more fighting. The only things missing were a big explosion and zombies.
Tyler Seguin and Rich Peverley scored goals for the Bruins, who posted their 6th straight victory and now stand tied with the Montreal Canadiens as the leaders of the Eastern Conference with 30 points - and, wouldn't you know it, the hated Habs invade TD Center on Sunday night, the winner taking over sole possession of the conference lead.
Anton Khudobin started in goal for Boston, and it appeared that it would be a long night for the backup net minder, giving up power play goals to Steven Stamkos and Alex Killorn in the first period to fall into a 2-0 hole - but Seguin's man advantage goal and Peverley's drive on Tampa Bay's Mathieu Garon tied the match in the second, setting the stage for Marchand's game winner, his 11th on the season.
So...the Po-po are gone, but promised to be back if we again interupted the nasty old woman's nightly routine. Hopefully the Bruins blow out the Habs tonight so that the game won't be so exciting as to incite yelling and stomping...
...and if I get evicted, I'm calling Marchand so he can help me move - and he can bring Campbell and Thornton along as well, just in case there's trouble...I'm sure the officers will settle for autographs instead of hauling me downtown...
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