By Adrian Dater
As a New England native, I’ll confess: Being a part of the woe-is-me, somebody-up-there-hates-us Boston sports fan lament isn’t fun. Babe Ruth, Johnny Pesky, Too-Many-Men-On-The-Ice, Desmond Howard, Bucky “Bleeping” Dent — it all got to be too much, even for me.
If not for that miracle Patriots Super Bowl win in 2001, that even more unbelievable Red Sox comeback over the Yankees in 2004 and the Celtics’ win over the Lakers in 2008, this column would likely be one long cry for sympathy — and that cry would be necessary after Monday night’s Beantown Meltdown by the Bruins in Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Final against Chicago.
Pre-2001, when the tuck rule saved the Patriots, and pre-2004, when Tony Clark’s ground-rule double proved to be a lucky bounce for the Red Sox and Dave Roberts was safe by an inch, Monday’s Cup collapse would have ranked among the top Boston gag jobs of all time. A 2-1 lead, the opposing goaltender pulled, the crowd on its happy feet, less than two minutes left. Game over, let’s go to Chicago for Game 7.