I had a side job in Weymouth that day putting some lights in my buddy’s aunt’s basement. He is also an electrician, but he was working, and I was not, so he told his aunt I would do the job for her at a relatively painless rate. She paid me more than I quoted, I finished early and drove home to Methuen.
I stopped at St. Lucy’s Parish on Merrimack Street on the way and begged God for a Bruins win that night. After that, I went back to my condo, showered, got dressed, walked the dog, and spent the next several hours pacing.
A call to my old man helped settle my nerves. Dad - who would never ever predict the outcome of any game - said that he was certain the Bruins would win the Stanley Cup that night.
There is something special about that 2011 team that I don’t think we will ever see again. Not only are they the best Bruins team I have ever seen, I think they are one of the greatest Stanley Cup champions ever. Like the 2004 Red Sox, they were a relentless team of destiny, and stopping them would be a near impossibility.
I am forever thankful that I got to witness that amazing team win the ultimate prize.