Winter to spring to summer. Red line to blue line to crease. Krejci to Lucic to Horton.
Tonight is the last night of hockey on Causeway Street. It’s your final chance to cross the Tobin, pay $40 to park, grab a bite at The Four’s on Canal Street, then walk into the Garden wearing your Chara sweater. It’s the last anthem by Rene Rancourt (does he go for four fist pumps?), the last chance to hear the foghorn, and last night to paint the town black and gold.