Two Tales of a City

Prior to the Super Bowl I told my wife, Denise, that should the Patriots win, I will take a vacation day and go to Boston for the Duck Boat parade, providing it’s not on Tuesday — which for me this week, is press day. The parade was Tuesday, and I was hard at work at The Anchor office when a flock of Duck Boats waddled through the snowy, rainy, cold streets of Boston.

The weather would not have been a deterrent. When the Red Sox finally broke their “curse” in 2004, I was there, in the rain, cheering on my beloved world champion Bosox.

I also attended the Beantown parade in 2011 when the Bruins won the Stanley Cup.

I had never been to a Patriots victory parade, even though there have now been five in the last 15 years.

I did go to two Patriot send-off events, wishing them well in those respective Super Bowls. They lost both. I no longer attend Patriot send-off events.

As I’m writing this, I’m still basking in the glory of the greatest comeback in Super Bowl history, anchored by the greatest quarterback in football history. But a monkey wrench was thrown into the gears — Claude Julien, the lovable coach of the Boston Bruins was fired today (Tuesday).

As the Patriots and their fans held their soggy love-fest in the Boston streets, Claude was cleaning out his office at the other end of the historic city.

Tuesday was “Two Tales of a City,” making reference to and butchering the great Charles Dickens’ classic novel.

There was great joy for one home-town franchise juxtaposed against the gloom of another. The once-proud Boston Bruins have been in existence since 1924. They have won six Stanley Cups in those 93 years.

The New England/Boston Patriots have been in existence since 1960. Current owner Bob Kraft bought the floundering franchise in 1994. Since then, the Patriots have won five world championships, all of them coming since 2001.

One team knows how to win. The other, despite its longevity, doesn’t.

Claude Julien, who ironically was born in 1960, wasn’t the reason for the team’s poor play this season. It was upper management and half the players who deserve the blame, but it’s always the guy on the front lines who is the victim.

On Tuesday you saw Tom Brady, the GOAT (greatest of all time) with a grin from ear to ear waving to his rabid fan base. Across town you didn’t see the scapegoat, a gentleman with a sharp hockey mind; a father and a husband, packing up to head home to Canada. I’ll always love Claude and wish him well.

You have to wonder about an organization that cans its head coach on the day another local team is celebrating a championship in the very same city. I have two words for such an organization. No class.

I wonder if Mr. Kraft would consider making an offer for the Bs. He knows how to build a winner, and the Duck Boats already know the parade route well.

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