Keefe starts Samsonov again, while Bruins ditch Ullmark to ride the hot hand.
Keefe plays Reaves yet again, and he makes a horrific play to cost us the first goal. Pizzafuck’s genius acquisition Eddy already on his way out of the zone leaving JVR alone to take the puck.
Down 1 and pressing, and Domi is busy crosschecking Pasta in front of 20,000 people and every ref. Marchand immediately scores.
Then dying seconds as usual and Lilly sitting so that Brodie can play, and you have that weak poke attempt and a resulting 2-0.
Common denominators? Idiot Keefe and low team IQ. Dead on arrival.