Brad Marchand is either the kind of guy you love or the kind of guy you love to hate, depending on the color of your sweater.

If you wear black and gold, he’s a pesky, persistent purveyor of pure grit. He’s your kind of guy.

If you wear red and black with a little war paint, he’s a pernicious pest. He’s not your kind of guy — he’s a cheap-shot kind of guy.

Fortunately for the Bruins, Marchand’s with them, which is to say he’s someone the Chicago Blackhawks will have to deal with during the Stanley Cup finals and will quickly grow unhappy with, because he’s not only the kind of guy who will put a stick in your back, he’s also the kind who can put a dagger through your heart.

Marchand did both repeatedly to the Pittsburgh Penguins in the Eastern Conference finals, being nailed for chippy penalties like tripping Sidney Crosby by kicking out his skates and tripping Chris Kunitz by sticking out his knee as he skated by, while also scoring two goals in Game 1 and assisting on Patrice Bergeron’s overtime goal in Game 3 and Adam McQuaid’s Game 4 game-winner.

Marchand is a master of mayhem, but also much more than the “little ball of hate” that President Obama labeled him as when the Bruins visited the White House after winning the Stanley Cup two years ago. He is tied for third in team playoff scoring (four goals, nine assists for 13 points) with Milan Lucic (3-10-13), trailing only David Krejci (9-12-21) and Nathan Horton (7-10-17), and if Marchand wore an Indian head rather than a spoked-B on the front of his sweater, he’d be tied for fourth with Bryan Bickell (8-5-13) on that team’s scoring list, one point behind Patrick Sharp (8-6-14), Marian Hossa (7-7-14) and Patrick Kane (6-8-14).