Bruins Hockey Quotes

Well. Um. The thing is…” I inhale, then continue with rapid-fire speed. “Imnotahockeyfan.” A wrinkle appears in his forehead. “What?” I repeat myself, slowly this time, with actual pauses between each word. “I’m not a hockey fan.” Then I hold my breath and await his reaction. He blinks. Blinks again. And again. His expression is a mixture of shock and horror. “You don’t like hockey?” I regretfully shake my head. “Not even a little bit?” Now I shrug. “I don’t mind it as background noise—” “Background noise?” “—but I won’t pay attention to it if it’s on.” I bite my lip. I’m already in this deep—might as well deliver the final blow. “I come from a football family.” “Football,” he says dully. “Yeah, my dad and I are huge Pats fans. And my grandfather was an offensive lineman for the Bears back in the day.” “Football.” He grabs his water and takes a deep swig, as if he needs to rehydrate after that bombshell. I smother a laugh. “I think it’s awesome that you’re so good at it, though. And congrats on the Frozen Four win.” Logan stares at me. “You couldn’t have told me this before I asked you out? What are we even doing here, Grace? I can never marry you now—it would be blasphemous.” His twitching lips make it clear that he’s joking, and the laughter I’ve been fighting spills over. “Hey, don’t go canceling the wedding just yet. The success rate for inter-sport marriages is a lot higher than you think. We could be a Pats-Bruins family.” I pause. “But no Celtics. I hate basketball.” “Well, at least we have that in common.” He shuffles closer and presses a kiss to my cheek. “It’s all right. We’ll work through this, gorgeous. Might need couples counseling at some point, but once I teach you to love hockey, it’ll be smooth sailing for us.” “You won’t succeed,” I warn him. “Ramona spent years trying to force me to like it. Didn’t work.” “She gave up too easily then. I, on the other hand, never give up

Jamie - “Shame the Bruins got punished by the Ducks last month.” I see the flash of arrogance return at lightning speed. Wes - “That was a fluke. And a terrible call in the third. Your wing tripped over his own duck feet.” Jamie - “With a little help from your D-man.” Wes - “Oh fuck that. Twenty bucks says the Ducks don’t make it past the first round this year.” Jamie - “Twenty is all you’re willing to bet? Sounds like you’re afraid. Twenty and a YouTube video proclaiming my greatness.” Wes - “ Done, but when you lose, you make that video in a Bruins T-shirt.” Jamie - “Sure.” I shrug. And just like that, the night gets easier.

Montreal had a metropolitan population of over 400,000 in January of 1907. It was Canada’s biggest, richest, and most important city. Kenora, with a population of about 6,000 people, was, and will likely forever be, the smallest city ever to win the Stanley Cup.

Out of the meeting came Jimmy Gardner of the Wanderers swearing like a trooper… Gardner came out and he sat down in a chair near me. He was so mad he could hardly do anything but swear — and then he turned to me and said, ‘Say, you O’Briens have other hockey teams up North haven’t you? In Haileybury and Cobalt?’ I said we had; at least we helped support the teams up there. And he said, ‘Ambrose, why don’t you and I form our own league? You’ve got Haileybury, Cobalt and Renfrew. We have the Wanderers.…’” O’Brien also remembered it as Gardner who suggested that he bankroll another French-Canadian team for their new league, which they started up a week later on December 2, 1909, and called the National Hockey Association (NHA). Two days after that, the NHA unveiled its French team, which the Montreal Gazette said would be called Le Canadien, although the Ottawa Citizen correctly labeled Les Canadiens.

New faces with the Wanderers in 1911–12 included Sprague and Odie Cleghorn, who both enjoyed strong seasons. The Cleghorns were as rough as anyone who ever played the game, and Sprague may have been the meanest man in hockey history. “Sprague was as wild as they came,” remembered Newsy Lalonde, who had more than his share of run-ins with him. He told Stan Fischler in a 1970 interview that Cleghorn “once said he had counted the number of stretcher-case fights he had been in and the grand total was fifty. Imagine that! Fifty!

I can suggest a couple of reasons why I was traded,” Hall said afterward. “Number one is that [Jack Adams] didn’t think I could play well enough to be good over the long haul. The other is that you should never tell your general manager to go fuck himself. The combination of the two made it easy to trade me.

Let’s face it,” Eddie Johnston declared, “we’re just a bunch of kooks and degenerates who get along.

Beer and garbage rained down from the Garden rafters as outraged Boston fans focused their anger on the rugged 6-foot-3, 215-pound rookie defenseman. “Something hard hit me, and I looked down to see one of those metal change holders bus drivers carry,” Quinn said. “Unfortunately, there wasn’t any money in it.