The Lindgren’s Are Built Different

Look, I know I’m here for a few reasons. I’m here to rhapsodize about the greatest (regular season) NHL team in the history of the league: your Boston Bruins. I’m here to shine a light on the most dominant team in Hockey East (while enjoying the friendly confines of Historic Matthews Arena) : The Northeastern Huskies Women’s hockey team. I’ve given you my personal list of Top 100 players in NHL history. I’ve even given you my series on The Hero Squad of Hockey and the companion piece The Villain Squad of Hockey. Weekly, I’m on the podcast to counter-balance Ked’s NYR propaganda and his hysterical attempts to lure every free agent to Madison Square Garden (and he has the nerve to call Homeboy Jack a homer on the Bruins’ broadcasts).

But today, Dear Reader, I’m here to talk about what truly might be a family of Vikings that remained frozen in ice on some God forsaken lake in Minnesota until they thawed them out and turned them loose on the NHL. Little bro Ryan is a heat seeking missile on the ice and it’s well documented, I mean there’s loads of videos of this beauty putting people into the Shadow Realm and just dominating NHL ice surfaces.

Oh what might have been… This was the player that was part of the package that the Bruins sent to the Rags for the ghost of Rick Nash back in 2018. I mean how good would this cat look in the Black and Gold?

Now puckheads with more knowledge than me, may know big bro Charlie Lindgren who’s been up and down between the NHL and AHL since leaving St. Cloud State. The pics of these 2 side by side with those sweet dusters is what legends are made of. I don’t think there’s another brother coming down the pipeline, but if there is I implore you Don Sweeney, please draft him.

I’m assuming Caps fans know all about Charlie, but since the only Caps fan I know is our WAS writer @thedisco99; I can only assume that all Caps fans are like him: busy defending scumbag Wilson and only watching Ovi on the power play (still haven’t seen him backcheck have you?)

Well the Caps rolled into Boston last night and Lindgren was in net. The Bruins were on the verge of making even more history and we all know how the game ended right?

But I’m not here today to talk about this historic season, or how Linus Ullmark secured W number 40 (albeit leaving early for Jeremy Swayman to mop up – just a muscle tweak, not to worry Black and Gold Faithful). I’m also not here to talk about the uncanny chemistry that Pavel Zacha, David Pastrnak and Tyler Bertuzzi have developed in the last week or that the Bruins maintained their level of play without Brad Marchand scoring over the last 16 games (broke that streak last night, keep the change). My sole purpose here is to illustrate how these Lindgrens are built different.

Watch the video below if you’ve been living under a rock and haven’t seen it yet.

I mean c’mon. I don’t know about you, but give me guys like that on my roster. The compete level, the complete lack of give-a-fucks and with absolutely zero concern for his own well being.

They say hockey players are different, and we all know goalies are even differenter – give me players that play like this all day. I’d never wear a Caps sweater, but gun to my head, I’d be proud to rock your #79. Charlie Lindgren, consider me a fan (of you, not the Caps).

Keep an eye out for a new podcast later this week and then our playoff preview podcasts to drop this weekend.

You can read more about Brownie down below or follow him on Twitter @Abrow28

Author: Brownie

A legacy that was born on the frozen rivers in Northern Saskatchewan then forged on the ponds of New England. Plays with the heart of a warrior and the soul of a poet; always living by the credo handed down by generations of beer-league beauties that came before him. Skate Hard - Quick Changes - Win the Parking Lot.

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