In a perfect scenario, it wouldn't have come to this.
Torey Krug would have re-upped with the only pro organization he's known — the same franchise that snatched up a undrafted, undersized free agent out of Michigan State — armed with a howitzer of a shot and an equally imposing chip on his shoulder.
The already top U.S.-born scorer in Bruins franchise history, Krug would have continued to carve out his legacy with the Original Six club. He would have continued serving as the maestro of a potent power-play unit, conducting the B's offense from the blue line and half wall — and welcoming the cacophony of cheers from the Garden seats following every successful symphony on the sheet.
For as much as Krug's highlight reel — the bank passes, the blasts from the point, the "Frank The Tank" cellys, that hit — is already packed to the brim, it was far from complete. Perhaps one day it would be topped off with the only fitting way to truly encapsulate a Boston sports star — with Krug finally getting a chance to hoist Lord Stanley's Cup, donning that famous black and gold sweater.
It would be the storybook ending that we all crave when it comes to sports – especially when it comes to those athletes that have become engrained within our fandom over the years.
But, as much as we yearn for those sorts of narratives, oftentimes that's not how reality works. And Krug, like many Bruins fans, were largely spent shaking their head at just how things went south on Friday evening.