The Boston Bruins are one of the most successful and historic teams in the NHL, with six Stanley Cup championships and counting. Author Dale Arnold, as a longtime broadcaster for the team, has gotten to witness more than his fair share of that history up close and personal. Through singular anecdotes only Arnold can tell as well as conversations with current and past players, this book provides fans with a one-of-a-kind, insider's look into the great moments, the lowlights, and everything in between. Bruins fans will not want to miss this book. Dale Arnold hosts Boston Bruins television broadcasts on NESN as well as the daily Dale, Holley & Keefe show on WEEI radio. He is the only person who has done play-by-play broadcasts for all five of the Boston area's major professional sports franchises.  Matt Kalman is a freelance journalist who covers the Boston Bruins for CBS Boston, NHL.com, Yahoo! Sports, and other outlets. He is the author of 100 Things Bruins Fans Should Know & Do Before They Die .  Ray Bourque played 21 seasons with the Boston Bruins and remains the team’s longest-serving captain. He holds the records for the most career goals, assists, and points by a defenseman in the NHL. If These Walls Could Talk: Boston Bruins Stories from the Boston Bruins Ice, Locker Room, and Press Box By Dale Arnold, Matt Kalman Triumph Books LLC Copyright © 2018 Dale Arnold and Matt Kalman All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-62937-534-2 Contents Foreword by Ray Bourque, Introduction, 1. How I Got Here, 2. Announcers, 3. Mike Milbury, 4. Boston Garden, 5. TD Garden, 6. Coaches, 7. Harry Sinden, 8. Nate Greenberg, 9. Bobby Orr, 10. Ray Bourque, 11. Hal Gill, 12. Joe Thornton, 13. The Boston Bruins and the Sports Talk Radio Wars, 14. Tales from the Room, 15. Marc Savard, 16. Patrice Bergeron, 17. Zdeno Chara, 18. Andrew Ference, 19. Goalies, 20. Tough Guys, 21. Shawn Thornton, 22. Patriots' Day, 23. Greatest Games, 24. Current Players, 25. Bruins in the Community, Acknowledgments, CHAPTER 1 How I Got Here It's such a simple concept. In the broadcasting business you don't want to be the man who follows The Man. There is too much pressure, expectations are too high, and the probability for success is low. If you can work it out, you want to be the man who follows the man who followed The Man. It pushes you. You say to yourself, "I can't suck. I've got to be good." I'm not sure I've succeeded, but I have survived. I began my hockey broadcasting career because I initially failed as a college student. I had packed everything I owned in my 1964 Ford Galaxy and driven south to matriculate as a proud student at the University of Miami. As the oldest of five children growing up in a mobile home in rural Maine, the money for a campus visit was out of the question, so the first time I ever set eyes on Coral Gables, Florida, was when I arrived on campus. I thought I wanted a school that was big and warm and with a strong broadcast program. What I really wanted to do was follow Fred Lynn as the center fielder for the Red Sox, but that was somewhat (okay, very) unrealistic. The next step was for me to find a way I could make a living in the sports world, and I came to the conclusion that sports broadcasting was the way to go. I was one for three. What I quickly realized was that there were more kids in my dorm than there were in my hometown (Bowdoin, Maine: current population 3,061, but in 1974 probably less than 2,000). My roommate, who I think I saw for a total of 15 minutes, was taking the family jet back home to Long Island for the weekend to pick up some more stuff. I was woefully overmatched. I was basically on a full-boat academic scholarship, and I remember calling my father and making up a phony story about not having enough money to purchase the books I needed. He told me to not worry, that he would find a way to send me the money. It was then that I broke down and tearfully told him that I didn't want him to find the money for me; I wanted to come home. My father was always a man of few words, and he had only three for me at that time: "So come home." Not only did I feel overwhelmed, I had also left my girlfriend (and future wife), Susan, back in Maine. We were high school sweethearts. We met when my friend and I were doing a 50-hour fundraising marathon on the local radio station to raise money for the high school scholarship fund. Susan worked at the local Dunkin Donuts, and she brought an urn of coffee to our remote site to help us stay awake. She certainly woke me up! The first girl I ever kissed, I married. I always joked that I was from Maine, so I thought I had to. After a four-day career as a Hurricane, I drove back to Maine with my tail tucked between my legs, completely humiliated and wondering what my career path would be. I had been the commencement speaker at Mt. Ararat High School and was even voted by my classmates as most likely to succeed, and y