I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: I don’t think Don Sweeney sleeps. He always looks as though he just finished escaping from a Siberian prison, finally crossing into Mongolian territory.
His job, as general manager of the Boston Bruins, isn’t an easy one. There’s a lot of stress, I’m sure; it makes sense he looks shot 99% of the time. Working for Jeremy Jacobs and his air-headed son, Charlie, can’t be fun. Jeremy loves money and Charlie loves, uh, horses. They both want the Bruins to win — Jeremy so he can cash in on playoff games and Charlie so he can brag to his friends at the horse lounge, or wherever the hell it is he hangs out.