

BOSTON - An hour has gone by, and the world still dances upside down. Victory is shock. Defeat is celebration. Boston fans sleepwalk to the exits like they expect to be shaken awake and told it was just a dream. Chicago players skate from hug to hug on rough and exhausted ice. Nobody can quite explain what just happened except to say, for better and worse, that it was unbelievable.
FOR SUBSCRIBERSA harrowing ordeal aboard an Israel-bound plane
FOR SUBSCRIBERSThe debate over AI’s future rages on both coasts
FOR SUBSCRIBERSA harrowing ordeal aboard an Israel-bound plane
FOR SUBSCRIBERSThe debate over AI’s future rages on both coasts
What did happen? The only way to recapture it is to feel the moment. Boston led this Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Final by a goal as the last minutes melted away. But the lead might have been two goals or three goals or five, that was how thoroughly the Bruins had dominated the first period. This was a desperation game in Boston, this was to extend the season, and the Bruins played desperately in the opening frame -- 12 shots on goal, 13 shots blocked by frantic Blackhawks, seven more sailing high or wide, a barrage of chances, a storm.


















