I know, I know — it’s 2020. The game of hockey has changed.
The days of Bob Probert, Donald Brashear and Marty McSorley routinely exchanging haymakers are now part of a bygone era in the NHL.
Clips of Terry O’Reilly scrapping in the stands at Madison Square Garden are viewed more as a novelty these days — rather than a testament to the scrappy time period in which the “Big Bad Bruins” reigned.
Even in today’s game, enforcers and goons such as John Scott have become a relic of yesteryear — with teams opting to replace size and snarl with speed and skill in their bottom-six and D corps.
Boston might be in need of a jolt of energy to its lineup, but this club can’t afford to roll out a one-trick-pony for 7-8 minutes a night — just to have when necessary to beat the bag out of an opponent.
It’s much simpler than that when it comes to this Bruins club — one that, despite its strong play, has routinely been pushed around all over the ice.
What they need is toughness, something that they showed very little of on Tuesday in Columbus.