Hey. I still remember the Civic Center being invaded by Bruins fans every time they played the Whalers. They'd usually kick our rear end on the ice, then be loud and arrogant in the bars afterwards. Hopefully some of those same people walked back to the T with a sour puss and sore fanny last night.
Dooley's "One More Reason Why I HATE The Boston Bruins" Storytime: I was at Game 6 of the 1991 first round playoff game. The Bruins beat (and eliminated) the Whale 3-1 that night. I was 14 and my younger brother (12) were in our seats in section 111. I remember the Whale carrying most of the play that night and Mark Hunter finally scoring late in the 3rd period to at least break the shutout. Game ended and the players were going through the handshake line, showing off hockey's time honoured tradition of sportsmanship after every hard fought playoff series...
Unfortunately, sportsmanship did not extend to a pair of obnoxious Bruins fans who were watching the handshake line from a section 300 overhang (now section 239). As my brother and I were watching with completely sick stomachs at yet another loss to the Bruins, the drunk dopes above us spilled some beer on the two of us. My brother and I were obviously annoyed and we looked up to see the two dopes laughing at us. Carrying it a step further, the dope with a fairly full beer cup proceeds to throw his remaining beer at the two of us. Remember, I'm 14 and my brother is 12. I did the only I could do, take the gum from out of my mouth and chucked it back at them. To my surprise, the gum hits (and sticks) to the dope's chest...the same dope who threw his beer at a pair of dejected kids. He loses it. Wants to run down to the lower bowl to fight a pair of kids. A few more Bruins fans who were standing nearby and witnessed the whole thing did what any self-respecting adult fan would: they yelled and mocked the pair of kids for being Hartford Whalers fans...in Hartford. Flipped them all off leaving the arena stinking of beer and completely dejected that my Whale had been eliminated in the first round once again. The best part of the night: my mom picked us up outside the arena by the old Wendy's entrance after the game and flipped out on the two of us for reeking of beer.
Naturally, every time the Bruins are bounced from the playoffs, I am a happy old Whaler fan. I hope those dopes had an absolutely miserable night last night and every night the Bruins lose.
Moral of the story: F the Boston Bruins.
THANK YOU ST LOUIS BLUES!!!!!!!!!!! You've made many an old Whaler fan VERY happy!!!