Chris recently pined for the fjords about how the hockey gods hate him/us. And initially I thought he was being a bit dramatic. But now I really, really think he may be on to something. To the extent I’ve been burning sage throughout my house all afternoon.
Specifically because 72 hours ago we both felt like we’ve had the potential enjoyment, for so many reasons, of Milan Lucic’s return to the Boston Bruins dangled in front of us like a cat toy. Only to be yanked away by that pesky ankle injury. But it can always get worse.
We gave it a test run to see if it plays, in the form of so many optimistic posts it admittedly got a bit too much. And now, like a crestfallen Delco Cat Toy Salesman, I’m not sure if we can move this product.
My Kingdom for a Cracked Pedal Navicularis
After this past weekend, the injury we’ve already discussed at length doesn’t seem quite so terrible. We could have worked with that. It would have resolved itself with a little time and rehab. It was malleable, socially acceptable, and in no way spelled the end of his season, career, or Beantown rebirth. But Looch, possibly tempted by a break he has no control over and couldn’t have seen coming – or perhaps bemoaning that same break, hence a dip-dive into the liquor – had the BPD at his door Saturday night.
As much as I’d love to give Milan the benefit of the doubt while focusing on words like “alleged”, due process isn’t exactly a requirement in our strange modern times. And that’s fine. So I’ll quickly recap some of the details from the Globe Acquired police report, and we’ll let the rest play out in court Tuesday morning under the gavel.
So here’s what allegedly went down, and we won’t dwell because you can read this absolutely everywhere today. Very early morning, November 18, the Boston Police get a call to Lucic’s apartment in Boston’s North End.
So early in fact, that Bova’s had probably stopped selling Buffalo Chicken Calzones by then. I lived 50 feet away on Cleveland Place for many years, so I’d appreciate being allowed a second to reminisce about all the times I rolled in there at 2:30am, only to walkout with nothing but a ricotta pie for the exact same reason.
“Now Youse Can’t Leave”
Back to the unfortunate details. There’d been some kind of domestic dust-up with his wife, Brittany. The police report pulls no punches – sounds like Lucic might have got downright physical with Brittany after an argument having to do with a cell phone. The smart money is always going to be on “texts from a puck bunny“, but we can only make educated guesses at this point.
Then it got handsy. Brittany told the cops she was trying to leave, but Milan wasn’t having any of it and yanked her back with a fistful of hair. “You’re not going anywhere!“, was her version. Take it easy, Sonny from A Bronx Tale. Not cool.
The police show up to find Looch juiced, with a broken lamp and glass scattered across the floor of their bedroom for punctuation. Officers also noticed a troubling red mark on Brittany’s chest, but she insists Milan didn’t wasn’t to blame, and he insisted “Nothing happened”. Right, bud.
The best/worse part? Their kids were hosting a sleepover. Once again – from bad to worse.
The Boston DA’s office took one look at the evidence and decided to press charges – fuckin’ Sox fans, the lot of them. And now we’re all waiting to see how this one plays out in court tomorrow morning.
Milan Lucic’s Future with the Boston Bruins
What does this mean? What are the consequences? I’ll start by referring you to the official statement from the team. It is equal parts “what you’d expect”, and “ominous subtext”. Unfortunately I think that management is as embarrassed at their faith in a Lucic return as Goonblog is right now. Not to mention putting hands on women. But what else might this incident result in?
- Tarnished legacy as a Bruin and in general.
- Has to enter the NHLPA Substance abuse program, whether he needs it or not.
- If that doesn’t happen, he’ll probably be given his release from the Bruins.
- He’s probably done for the year, regardless, and possibly – forever.
Speaking of ominous harbingers? Chris was at Saturday night’s game in Boston, and had this to say about the whole fuckwittery when asked:
“No Lucic gear available for sale Saturday at the game. Only like 7 Lucic jerseys spotted in the crowd. Freddy Fisticuffs cored two goals.”
My only op-ed would be: “It was a nice thought”. It seems like Chris may have gotten over it pretty quickly, too. So I will take his lead, and we’ll all get through this together.
And I really, really wanted to fight him in NHL 24.