Who's Next - Bruins Game Preview and Open Thread

Four wins in a row. People getting healthy. A host of scoring options. A rampant Giant Mexican Chicken.

Who's next?

Our Auld Black and Gold wearing enemies, that's who. The Bruins.

Getting in Tune: 7:00 EST, at the Centre Bell. On RDS and CBC and, for you masochists who can't get enough bullshit homerism from Jack Edwards, NESN (unless there's some breaking news about Jon Papelbon's new strikeout celebration, in which case a breathless NESN will drop the B's faster than Habs fans fill TD Banknorth Garden for the playoffs). Habs winners of four straight, even if the last one was a messy shootout win over the league-worst Oilers. Bruins dismantled the Flyers 5-1 on Thursday and are 7-2-1 in their last ten.

Who Are You? His name is Cornelius Hardenbergh. He has a HockeyBlogAdventure. He definitely won't pee on you if you show up at TD Banknorth in a Habs jersey (I think). He's as rational and level-headed a Bruins fan as you'll find. I know. I find it kinda weird too.

The Kids Are Alright: That Guy Boucher is doing something right in Hamilton, I tells ya. Little Tits? Playing much better. Ben Maxwell, Tom Pyatt, the cameo from PK "F'ing" Subban? All kinds of win. Kinda wish he'd been given a shot with Matt D'Agostini (damn you, waiver wire! Damn you all to hell!!!) so I wouldn't have to spend the rest of my life hating his "Habs circa 1998-2001" level play. Bruins getting good contributions from youngsters Blake Wheeler & David Krejci (each a point a game since the Olympics).

My Generation: Well, almost my generation. Mixed bag with the oldsters, as Hamr and Jaro 2.0 look gassed but Mathieu Darche is the minor-league vet making it tough to leave him out of the line-up, Glen Metropolit continues to play as if his life depended on his next shift, and Hal Gill alternates between shutdown colossus and colossal waste of space. For the Bruins, former scoring hero Mark Recchi continues to contribute, and big fat jerkface Tim Thomas is earning less and less of his big fat contract, having been usurped by the Star Wars bounty hunter/goalie named Tuuka Rask.

Trick of the Light: Which sleight of hand artists do we get to see in between the posts tonight? Knowing Martin, Jaro's less-than-stellar outing on Thursday could mean anything. A chance for Jaro to redeem himself, or another shot for Price? Who knows what Happy Jack has in mind? The Bruins have to choose between the big fat jerkface and the bounty hunter. Personally, I would rather see the big fat jerkface get shelled even though the Habs bombed Rask the last time these two teams met.

Going Mobile: Bruins picked up Dennis Seidenberg at the deadline to add some pop to their powerplay and make some stretch passes. He teams up with Zdeno Chara and Dennis Wideman to give the B's three solid puckmovers at the back. Habs linchpin Andrei Markov is almost all the way back from his injuries, and makes this team a totally different proposition to play against.

Baba O'Riley: I'm just throwing this in here because a) it's one of the best intros to a song ever and b) it will drive any random Boston fans reading this crazy because it will remind them of noted Yankee hothead and Red Sox nemesis Paul O'Neill's every at bat at the old Yankee Stadium.

Substitute: The Habs won't have to use substitutes for the Squid and the Urologist much longer, as both are said to be nearing a return. Mad Max doesn't deserve his spot back but he might get it at the expense of Maxwell. For the Bruins, noted whiny bitch Marc Savard won't be embarrassing himself trying to call out Sidney Crosby or anyone else for the rest of the year after that brutal cheapshot from Matt Cooke. Miro Satan and Andrew Ference are both questionable due to groin injuries. Insert your own not that there's anything wrong with that Bruins dressing room joke [here].

The Song is Over: Yep, it is. Trash your living room like you're Keith Moon on tour. Just don't take 32 sedatives before you go to bed. It won't turn out nearly as well as you think.

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