I will never stop calling him Sid the Kid. Ever.
I will never stop calling him Sid the Kid. Ever.
We are a hockey team, made up of players full of heart.
We are the soul of Pittsburgh.
We are the diamonds in the rough, that have finally managed to shine.
We are the team who never stops believing.
We are the team who makes miracles happen.
We are the better team.
We are the team with Sidney Crosby as their captain.
We are the defending Stanley Cup Champions.
We are the Pittsburgh Penguins.
And we won’t lose this game.
Everybody needs to take a breath, and sit the fuck down. One game. One game, and suddenly everyone’s lost their faith in the Penguins? Relax. We’re the reining Stanley Cup champions, and the Habs are just making the second round of the playoffs for the first time since 2008.
Pittsburgh is the better team. We did this, remember?
The series is just tied. They’re not blowing us away 3-0. So everybody calm the fuck down.
The Habs aren’t going anywhere.
Dear Pittsburgh Penguins,
Go Pens Go.
It took six games for the better team to win. You know, the reining Stanley Cup Champions? Six games to beat a team that didn’t even make the playoffs last year. Six games to beat a team that was over-loaded with injuries. Six games to beat the Ottawa Senators.
The Sens gave them one hell of a fight, that’s for sure. Everyone went into this series thinking about how easy it would be for the Penguins to take on the Senators. That’s not how it turned out though. The Senators fought for their lives after a couple of bad games in their own building. They put up a fight, gave it all they had, and I’m proud. I’m proud of my hometeam heros, no matter what the outcome and the end of the day is.
So here’s to you, Senators.
You gave them one hell of a series, and we’ll see you in October.
Did someone slip some the Sens some of Mama Malkin’s borscht? Because how they’ve been playing lately has been mind-blowing. Wtf yo. It wasn’t so long ago when the Sens were out of a playoff spot, and I was ready to drink my way to the early off-season. Now things have turned around, and the Senators have won seven in a row, and things are starting to look a lot like they did back in ’07 when the Senators managed to make it all the was to the Stanley Cup Final. I’m still bitter about that. Let’s not get me started on the Ducks. Somehow, in the past seven games, the Senators have managed to beat some of the League’s best, Chicago, Boston, New Jersey, and New York. The Senators are winning. And I am less likely to kill myself.
Tonight will be interesting. The fifth place Senators will be taking on the fourth place Penguins.
On TSN. That means Pierre McGuire. Ohmyfuck, I’m cracking out a bottle of tequila and playing the drinking game. Pierre cannot ruin this for me.
There will be blood.
Guess who was booooooooooooooooooed all game? Even in the warmup.
Was it :
b) An Asian Cowboy:
or c) This guy:
If you guessed c) Marian Ho$$a, you were right. You win a Stanley Cup. Ho$$a doesn’t.
A few points on the game:
Sens and Pens are both playing tonight, so here’s a quick update on both my teams:
The Battle of Pennsylvania, taking place in The City of Brotherly Love. Blahblahblah.
Power play, no time wasting here, Gonchar to Malkin and then …
Then Malkin was accused of two of the most confusing penalty calls I’ve seen in all my hockey watching years, leaving everyone like this:
Danny scored a little while after that. Meh. Tie game.
Next face-off, Malkin and Staal are out there together. Malkin pulls out some key moves, dishes the puck to Staal and then …
And then well, you know. When you see Fleury doing this:
It normally leads to this:
Penalty Kill, Cookie breaks his stick, then tried to recover by blocking a shot like fucking Superman, block takes a bad bounce and …
Danny scores. Wah.
Later: Penguins catch Philly on a horrid line change, power play, Billy G decides to take a shot at it. Scores. 3-2
Penguins take a bunch of penalties, and just when you’ve started to get a little pissed off…
Coburn inexplicably throws the puck at his own net. Ray Emery wasn’t even looking, Goligoski gets credit for the goal.
Toward the end of the period, Crosby trips Hartnell.
Then Staal chases Timonen. Then he slashes Timonen.
Never mind the Timonen interference on Staal that started that whole thing.
Flyers score on the 5-on-3.
Pens looked lazy at the beginning, Philly was out shooting and hitting them. Malkin wakes up the Penguins by running over everyone. Malkin is my hero.
Kennedy taps it into the Flyers zone.
Matt Cooke gets the puck.
Teddy all alone in front.
Great play all around.
Towards the end of the third, a few penalties are called on both sides. At one point, the Penguins had a 5-3. Couldn’t connect.
Then, Philly pulls Emery.
Jeff Carter puts one in the back of the net with 41 seconds to go. What a shot.
0.15 seconds left to go.
All hell breaks loose.
Richards runs over MAF.
Hartnell decides to taste Le Swoon’s finger.
Top search of the day? Jason Spezza Douche. Thank you to all the people who searched this. You make my life.
I was warming up Spaghetti today, when I suddenly had a fucking epitome. Spaghetti, Evgeni Malkin. Evgeni Malkin, Stanley Cup. Stanley Cup, Stanley Cup Champs DVD.
I completely forgot that I had boughten the Pens DVD the other day, and I still hadn’t watched it.
Yeah so, my critique on that? Fucking amazing. They had an entire 10 minutes devoted to Mama and Papa Malkin and the joy they bring to Evgeni and Pittsburgh. Max Talbot’s farewell words made me cry. Yeah. He was that pimp.
Oh, and just to let you know, Pimp is spelled M-A-X-T-A-L-B-O-T.
So is clutch.
God, I miss hockey.
Preseason, come faster.