They're playing for every New England mom and dad who ever woke up to drive kids to the rink at 6 a.m., and drank hot chocolate while they waited in the cold.
They're playing for the Revere girls with the big hair and the O'Reilly sweaters; for the shot-and-beer guys who pour every dollar of expendable income into the hockey budget.
They're playing to avenge losing Bobby Orr to Chicago, too many men in Montreal, free agents never signed, trades that went bad, unspeakable injuries, and Game 7 disappointments.
But, most of all, they're playing for us.
Long live the Boston Bruins
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