We’ve got a variety of different age groups here on Stanley Cup of Chowder, but most of us consider ourselves Bruins fans since we were little kids.
I have vague memories (and the faded ticket stub to prove it) of attending a B’s game at the original Garden.
I have vivid memories of playing street hockey in my 1996 All-Star Game Franklin goalie mask, and of getting torched in that goalie mask by two kids who’d go on the play in the NHL.
Then there are memories of playoff series won and lost, debacles against the Montreal Canadiens, lockouts, firings, hirings, signings.