It's pretty obvious for me, as always, that I root for the Bruins whom I do not hate, against the Penguins whom I do hate.
I look forward fondly to seeing the camera zoom up to the box, where Mario Lemieux frowns, paces, agitates, as the clock winds down to the Bruins victory.
As his on-ice charges find that their dirty tactics aren't really working, and the defence is exposed once again as not quite Stanley Cup Champion material.