What do you think was racing through Roberto Luongo's mind last night as he watched the Bruins put up a nine-spot on the Calgary Flames? I mean, besides the unmistakable sound of deflating rubber?
They're back. Those whiny, diving, sniveling, skilled superstars from the Pacific Northwest invade the Garden tomorrow for a highly-anticipated showdown against the team that stole their rightful Stanley Cup on that riotous evening in June. One show only.
In the end, it's only two points at stake for the Bruins and Canucks. But the theater surrounding this game is wildly intriguing, a reminder of how quickly this rivalry percolated over the course of just seven games. Heck, remember, most Bruins fans went into the finals last June with the thought process of, "Well, if the Bruins don't take it, Vancouver's just as good as anyone else. They're pretty likable."