COMMENTARY
In the same barn where he skated in over 500 games, Brad Marchand was out of his comfort zone.
For the first time in his 17-year NHL career, the 37-year-old winger found cheers cascading down upon him in an opponent’s rink.
And for the first time since the quick-witted agitator presumably ever etched his skates into a frozen sheet, Marchand — always primed for a chirp and a subsequent barrage of verbal barbs — was rendered speechless.
Sixteen years to the date since a pugnacious, undersized winger out of Halifax first donned a black-and-gold sweater on the Garden ice, Marchand was back on Causeway Street Tuesday night.