My Saddest Story Ever Told

This is my 100th posting as a blogger. Now friends, family and most socialists who know me would say thats not a big surprise. He's an opinionated jerk with a big mouth. For what its worth, I happen to agree with that assessment.
But I wanted to make my 100th special so here it is:
MY SADDEST STORY EVER TOLD
Once upon a time, many years ago there was a Boston Bruins hockey team. Now this was no ordinary Boston Bruins team. It featured #4 Bobby Orr, the greatest player ever, and a supporting cast that included Phil Esposito, Ken Hodge, Wayne Cashman, and Gerry Cheevers. Their opponent in the playoffs - The Montreal Canadiens.
Now like most Montreal Canadiens teams, this team had no-one and what made the plum even juicer, they had some untested, untried goaltender from Cornell University of all places. Even better, everyone knows hockey players aren't smart.
That goaltenders name was Ken Dryden. Yes that is the SAME Ken Dryden who is now a
Member of Parliament in Ottawa and still opposing everything the West holds dear.
All those years of getting hit by pucks takes it toll. Anyway when the dust had settled Mr. Dryden and his Canadiens walked away with the Stanley Cup. Game set match.
Today the Boston Bruins lead the Montreal Canadiens 2 - 0 in their series. People say to me you're too hard on the Canadiens. You can't cheer against Canada. They're playing the Americans. These people just don't understand. I have scars.
There has been pyschological damage. Left untreated. Back then we didn't run to a psychologist every five minutes and we didn't blame our Mothers for every bump in the road.
I mean, they beat my team.
Todays Boston Bruins bear no resemblance to the old Bruins. There is no Orr, no
Esposito. But I look at the Montreal roster and Carey Price is no Ken Dryden.
So maybe, just maybe, my Bruins, todays Bruins can elminate the Montreal Canadiens and those scars will begin to fade.