COMMENTARY
Imagining a Bruins future without David Pastrnak isn’t just an anxiety-inducing exercise.
It’s like picturing a packed Causeway Street in mid-May without a pregame slice at Halftime Pizza or postgame round at Sullivan’s Tap.
It’s a raucous Garden crowd rising as one without “Zombie Nation” joining in the cacophony via the overhead speakers.
It’s a stirring anthem performance without Rene Rancourt or Todd Angilly on the mic.
It just doesn’t compute. It feels unfamiliar, foreign.
Without Pastrnak, the fabric of the Bruins would begin to unweave.
The DNA ingrained in this Original Six franchise has traditionally favored snarl over skill.