Morning came early today in Boston. Most mornings around here, day breaks on a sleeping city. Alarms bleep, sunlight creeps across the floor, a bird or two starts in outside the window, and Bostonians rumble reluctantly into the day. Most mornings, we’d all just rather be asleep.
Ohhh, my poor, ravaged heart. What a game.
I should’ve known it was going to be an interesting night when, right before the puck dropped, a quartet of Canadiens fans strode into Section 310 and plopped into the seats directly in front of ours.