I don't like Brian Boyle. That's why I would love to sit here and say that I enjoyed watching him get showered with a beer. Unfortunately I can't do that, because he likely enjoyed it just as much as I wish I could have. Knowing that he laughed his way into the locker room smelling like warm Bud Light takes all the joy out of watching it get thrown on him. I bet Justin Abdelkader had more of an issue with the excess mist that sprayed his way, and his team won. Brian Boyle is a 4th line grinder. He's not in the lineup because there aren't more talented options. He is in the lineup because he can get under the opponent's skin without being a completely liability on the ice. Getting some crappy domestic brew rained down on his head may be a slight inconvenience, but more so it's a sign that he did his job to perfection. Not only did he flat out bully the Red Wings, but he made a fan - that should have been busy celebrating an imperative win - so mad that he felt compelled to get out of his seat, run down a few rows, and waste a perfectly good $10 beer on a utility player. There's only one winner in that situation and it's definitely not the loser in some gray alternative jersey that he found in a thrift shop who just sacrificed his buzz in an attempt to humiliate a shameless goon.
No one is ever going to care about Brian Boyle enough to start a "Boyle Sucks!" chant. No one is taking the time to make snarky, belittling signs about Brian Boyle and his preference for the male reproductive organ. The best he can hope for as far as an opposing fan reaction goes is getting a cold one down his neck when he's not looking. For a player that's never winning any scoring titles, that empty cup might as well be a medal of honor for services rendered in his field.