It's early. It's gray. It's an Earl Grey matinee. (As opposed to the Band's Moondog Matinee, previously discussed.) So the Bruins are coming to town for lunch, wearing their traditional black and gold, much like Sting. A doo doo doo, a dah dah dah, is all I've got to say to you. And thus our narrator crosses the 50-word limit and thereupon collapses to the dismay of none.