It’s been well over 24 hours at this point, but the Bruins have still lost Game 7.
I know, I almost didn’t believe it myself. Even as the net-front Matthew Tkachuk threw his hands up and stormed towards center ice, I remember thinking to myself, “No, that shot hit the crossbar. Right? RIGHT?” Even now, I wanna say that no, we just haven’t seen the right angle and that play will resume at 7 p.m. later this evening. But the Panthers have already touched down in Toronto and the parquet has covered the ice until next September.
For most, this is absolutely nothing new to the Bruins experience, of course. Collectively, you’re entirely more aware of Scott Walker and Dale Weise than any Boston hockey fan should be. But this one really stings. I mean, a two-month run you waited six months (eight if you started to rev up your personal hype machine when they officially got the band back together last August) to enjoy was over in less than two weeks. This wasn’t even a gut punch. This was Jason Voorhees punching a dude’s head clean off a la Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan.
As is the case with any early exit for any team, but especially a veteran team, time has a tendency to stare back at you and it doesn’t blink. Organizationally, the Bruins have spent about a decade trying to get time to blink in pursuit of “one more run.”
They came up short on the biggest stage possible in 2019, and took steps backwards for three years before this year’s breakthrough. And though we’ll lament another refusal to blink from time itself, it’s not the fact that another the year has fallen by the wayside for the Bruins, but rather the kind of year that slipped from the Bruins.