I walked through the doors marked BOSTON BRUINS - AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY, and kicked off my dress shoes inside the door.

"Hey! Bergy!" Called my buddy Daniel Paille.

"Bergy's here?" I heard a voice call from in the massage room.

I waved to Dan, and headed for the dressing room, to drop my stuff off at my stall.

I dropped my good luck charm, and headed into the massage room.

"Hey! Bergy!" Said Dennis Seidenberg, getting a massage on the table. "You ready for the game?"

"You bet!" I replied. "How about you?"

"For sure!" He said.

"Hey Patrice." Mark came out of the back room.

"Hey!" I replied.

Mark was one of the ten massage therapists that worked specifically for the Boston Bruins. He was the one that I always chose when I got a massage, and we knew each other well from talking while I was getting the massage.

"What can we do for you today?" I looked up at Mark. "Upper body like usual?"

"Sure." I nodded. "Thanks Mark."

"No problem." He answered.

I climbed onto the table, as one of my teammates turned on Will.I.Am in the dressing room.

I relaxed, and Mark started working over my lower back, right beneath the tailbone. I groaned as he dug his knuckles into the flesh above the tailbone, and then reminded myself to relax.

After about an hour of massage, I thanked Mark, and got off of the table.

I walked into the dressing room, where some of my teammates were watching the TV. It showed the parking lot of TD Garden.

"Holy shit! It's almost full!" I yelped. "It's 5 hours before the game!"

There were people lined up at the ticket booths, and there was a party in the parking lot.

"People sure love their Bruins! Let's hope that they aren't dissapointed by their boys performance tonight in the season opener." The TV blared.

"That's not helping nerves around here." I said, as I turned the TV off.

Tyler Seguin laughed, and I headed to the stick rack by the door. I grabbed 8 sticks of mine off of the un-taped rack, and brought them to my stall.