DPC and Cam Neely

Last night the Boston Bruins were in town to take on the Arizona Coyotes.  I received my journalism degree from the University of Nevada and they always emphasized accuracy and being objective. Which are huge. If you're not accurate, you have no credibility. If you aren't objective, then you're a fan.

I need to buy some Bauer shoes

I'm a Montreal Canadiens fan. This has been an ongoing relationship since the early 90's and as a result I will not cover their annual trip to Arizona. I'll buy a ticket and take in the game in stands while wearing my Guy Lafleur jersey.

Due to my love affair with the Habs, I can't stand the Boston Bruins. This is a common feeling from my fellow Canadiens fan and is no different than my disdain for UNLV. Yes, I'm pushing 40 and I still believe in maintaining petty rivalries that the players involved probably care less about than the fans.

On my way to the press box last night I walked past Cam Neely. He was a dominant Bruin in his day and had the knack for lighting up the Habs when I was an impressionable young dude. These days Neely is the President of the Boston Bruins and he should have won an Oscar for his role as Sea Bass in Dumb and Dumber.

Neely is the modern Yul Brynner

This is the second straight season that I have seen Neely. Last season I walked past him in the hallway and I was instantly pissed. My blood boiling from suppressed emotions that occurred during my dazed and confused period. There's a reason I regularly see a psychiatrist and we haven't gotten to my life as a sports fan that considered Candlestick Park a concrete version of athletic Hell.

After seeing Neely last season I immediately emailed a friend, a Bruins fan and Neely supporter, and explained my stupid anger towards a dude who has no idea who I am. We laughed it off and I proceeded to cover the game, I think the Coyotes lost but I can't remember.

Last night I saw Neely and the anger returned but it quickly subsided. This doesn't mean I've grown up. I saw an aging dude, with bad wheels and gray hair. Essentially I saw a dude that could pass for one of my uncles, if Cam Neely was Mexican and from Chicago.

I went back to my perch in and covered the game objectively (For a kick ass recap of the game...click HERE!)  and I realized that I don't hate Neely. If anything I have a grip of respect for the dude. He was tough player and was the victim of a BS knee injury that robbed the NHL of an all time great but he still made the Hall of Fame.

I still can't stand the Bruins. Some emotions never die or the owner of those emotions never evolves.