(First off, anyone at the game, was there some unreal lighting going on in the arena?
And the recap was almost titled “8 Maids A-Malkin.” H/T to Bob Errey.)
Lost in all the Hobey Baker blowback, people were actually upset about the Pens losing to the Devils on Monday. No idea why. Coming off an emotional week against the Flyers and a big road game in Buffalo, the Pens were due for a bit of a letdown. Playing against the trap sucks the life out of you.
In April, the Pens will be ready for the trap. Bet your ass on that. The Pens will have to play down to the Devils. It’ll make for a boring series where the cream will eventually rise to the top.
As for this beatdown, The Senators have been one of the more underrated Penguin rivals in the latter part of the decade, so finally getting to see someone clean Daniel Alfredsson’s clock is the best Christmas present we could have asked for.
Evgeni Malkin is coming out of his “slump.”
Bill Guerin is on acid.
Kunitz gets assists by association.
And we’re not getting tired of using this picture.
Hard to believe that a goalie gets the #1 star in an 8-2 game.
But Fleury deserved it.
First time the Pens have beat the Senators in regulation in the Mellon since October 16, 2001.
Take a look at the box score from that game:
One guy with a hat trick, one with two goals.
We’re guessing you can read, but Toby Petersen. Jesus.
If you actually dig a little further, that game and the one last night share a lot of similarities. [ESPN]
But the greatness doesn’t stop there.
At the game last night, there was a Festivus miracle.
The story of the miracle began at the Festivus bash at Calico Jack’s on Tuesday night.
Frosty put on a hat and it made him dance and shit.
The hat in this Festivus miracle made you feel like you did coke.
At our official annual Festivus party/fundraiser at Calico Jack’s, more than a few people thought the person taking the cover charge at the door looked familiar. After a few drinks, it was confirmed that it was the one and only Carrot. Her name is Brittany. Good person. She’s taken everything in stride.
After talking to her and snapping unreal pictures, we thought the saga was over.
But hold the phone.
Sometime during the crazy night, someone was able to coerce her hat off her head.
That started up another round of unreal pictures.
Unreal Shirt showed up later in the night, and that situation itself could have its own blog.
And Francois Leroux made an appearance, as well.
He knows how huge his pass to Robitaille was.
And he knows the hit on Lafontaine was clean.
Long story short, by the end of the night, the hat had gone missing.
For all we know, she had given the hat to someone.
It turns out the hat had fallen into the hands of a friend.