“Don’t blame us if we ever doubt you, you know we couldn’t live without you.”
After having 2 chances to close out the series, and failing, the Boston Bruins found themselves in a do or die situation against the Toronto Maple Leafs. The pinnacle of the playoffs. Game 7. At one point, a point that seems so distant and blurry now, the B’s had a commanding 3-1 series lead heading into Boston for a 5th game.
And again, had a chance to close it out in Toronto in Game 6. But they squandered both opportunities to put away the Leafs for good. Allow me to take a moment to give credit where credit is due though. The Toronto Maple Leafs gave the Boston Bruins a run for their money and should have, with statistics, history and every single possible odd in their favor, won Game 7.
But they didn’t.
Sitting in a 4-1 hole and on the brink of elimination, the Bruins found something. Experience, was it? Or something intangible? A hunger, a desire, a passion, from deep within their existence. The Bruins dug deep. They dug deeper than any team had ever before.
With just about a half a period of hockey left to play in their 2012-13 season, the Bruins began to chip away.
It all began with a Nathan Horton wrister that found twine 9:18 into the third period to cut Toronto’s lead in half. But we’d seen this before, right? The Bruins scrambling to score with only minutes left in the game? The Bruins showing up too late, right?
With Rask pulled and only around two minutes left in the game, Lucic scooped up a rebound and got one past Reimer.
They were within one.
There was something in the air. Something stirring. A force inside the TD Garden.
31 seconds later, Patrice Bergeron blasted one through a Chara screen and just like that, the game was tied.
The Garden was electric. This was happening. The game was going into overtime.
Toronto fans outside the ACC were quiet. The game wasn’t over yet, but there was silence. The crowd in Boston was alive. Momentum was on their side.
And then, just over six minutes into the overtime period, it was all over. In their very first shift together that night, the Marchand-Bergeron-Seguin line came up bigger than ever. They caused havoc in front of Reimer, resulting in juicy rebounds and costly turnovers that put the puck right on Patrice Bergeron’s stick. Bergeron put it in the back of the net and the Bruins did it.
They completed a comeback of epic proportions.
In a game where everything was on the line, in a city that had just recently suffered unspeakable tragedy, a hockey team, a band of brothers pulled off a miracle.
They made this nation of fans believe in the completely and utterly impossible.