I just bought a Boston Bruins jersey. A black one, on which I will have "Orr/4" stitched by my pal George over at Concrete Pond.
As a lifelong Hartford Whalers fan, this feels quite blasphemous, I admit. But the Whalers left Hartford in April of 1997 - nearly 12 long year ago. And one day I will *live* in Boston, and will become a Bruins season ticket holder. I already have my hockey husband picked out (not that anyone could replace Mark!). But this still feels highly weird.