I don’t care if Joel Ward makes 3 million bucks a year. I’d like to buy him several beers and a steak dinner. For the time being, Joel Ward is my new hero.
Ward scored the game seven overtime winner to eliminate the Boston Bruins, and hey Joel, can I wash your car? Clean your toilet? Paint your house?
So long Bruins. Arrivederci Brad Marchand.
And the Bostonians couldn’t even take advantage of the ref’s help when he gave Washington a borderline penalty with just over two minutes left in a 1-1 game.
The Bruins gone in the first round. If I were a better typist I’d pound that out a bunch of times. But typing it even once is sweet enough.