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Okay, how do you feel about your Bruins?

Overall, good.

You mean specifically last night or overall?

Why would you answer a question with a question?

Playing the role of Joe Murray today. Jeopardy Joe Murray. How do you about your hockey team, Madge you can answer it any way you want? Okay, so here's what I would tell you. Overall, because again, they lost the game last night. I'm not happy about them blowing a 3-1 lead. However, the Donato story, man, if you didn't get goosebumps when he scored that goal last night, you're just, you're not human. Is there a more Boston story than that?

Let me just get this up my chest first, right? West Roxbury kid, I think that's where he grew

up anyway, in the city. There's Hyde Park. High Park, West Roxbury. What's the difference?

Same thing. Okay?

So he's a local kid, went to Harvard, old man played for the Bruins, came off the... No, no, I'm saying, Ted went to... It was from Hyde Park. The kids grew up in the lap of luxury. They grew up somewhere nice. Okay. And not to diminish Hyde Park. You know what I mean. So I'm drawing the roots back all the way to the mother tree.

Okay, that's the way I'm going.

The family's from Hyde Park.

But that goal, that play, all of it, oh man, that was a great moment. It really was. It's just a cool moment. That's all. I'll leave it at that. Beyond that, with regard to the Bruins in general, and thank you for indulging me on that particular sidecar.

The Bruins in general, there are times I have watched them play this year.

And I said this to you in the email exchange and it happened again last night where I don't

recognize them and I mean that as a compliment.

For years, like most people who grew up here, you know what I've watched

the Bruins do? Dump and chase, four check, hit the crap out of them, start a fight, try to

win the game four to three, just grind, grind, grind, grind. The ultimate blue-collar team

that couldn't shoot, couldn't pass, but would try to

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