Andy Chase

Last year, before the chain of events that made it possible for us to get back to New England, I had finally resigned myself to living in Los Angeles indefinitely. It was for that reason that I found myself watching hockey again, rooting for the Los Angeles Kings, partly because they were the only team whose games were regularly broadcast on our cable, and partly because it seemed like a way to make peace with my surroundings... although I never got the impression that L.A. is much of a hockey town.

Anyway, now that we're back in Bruins country I've been following the team on their journey down the porcelain receptacle after a great start last fall. Things were looking up about a week ago, and I was looking forward to watching the Bruins play the Kings tonight... and then I watched that stinker in Phoenix, for which Robbie Ftorek managed to get himself fired.

I missed last night's game against the Sharks, but from what I've read it wasn't much better. At this point it seems like the only reason it might be worth staying up for the Bruins-Kings game tonight would be to see the Kings in action again. Even then I wouldn't get to hear Bob Miller call the game... I'd have to settle for Dave Shea instead.