Yuck. That's about the only word to sum up last night's DC ass-kicking of the Bruins. They looked like a band of tourists who accidentally wandered into the SE quadrant of our nation's capital. To put it in 70s/80s drug terms, the Caps hit the ice looking like they were wired on some of Bolivia's finest uncut booger sugar whereas the Bs came out looking like they got into Jeff Spicoli's Quaalude stash before the National Anthem.