I was roughly 13 years old when Bourque & Bird joined their respective teams. So, I grew up watching #77, from a pimply-faced teen to a work-my-ass-off CPA to my current work status as a consultant. Nobody was a bigger fan of Bourque than I was. His dedication, his work ethic, his entire attitude towards his team, his position, his city. And nobody was happier than I was when he was traded on March 6, 2000 (No, I didn't look that up - I know exactly where I was and when it was when it happened). He wasn't on the back nine, he was on the 18th tee. He wanted to win a Cup. It wasn't gonna happen here in Boston, as that 18th hole was full of pot bunkers from St. Andrews.
Comparing Bourque to Melo or LeDouche isn't just comparing Apples & Oranges (as they are both fruit). It's comparing Apples to Tire Irons.