How fitting that, in the last game in an arena that saw thousands of high-scoring games, we got one more.
The emotion that has been whatev all season…finally was back.
Perhaps in her dying days, the Mellon has flipped the switch.
Not only for the players, but for the fans, as well.
Not only did the first episode of HBO's 24/7 live up to the hype, it surpassed it. Over the past couple weeks, there's been an onslaught of articles about the HBO shit. It was almost getting unbearable. But in retrospect, it was all justified.
As Pens fans, we really have no idea how fans from other cities are looking at this first episode. There will undoubtedly be an explosion of articles on the Internet about this first episode, so rev up your Google searches.
From a Pens fan's perspective, this show is amazing. It goes without saying that the production quality is world-class. You almost forget you're watching a documentary about two professional hockey teams.
Trying to relay everything that was touched upon in this episode would be an exercise in futility.
Nothing we type can do it justice.
There are two goalies in the world that have played on the NHL's grandest stage the last two years.
One is handing water bottles and towels to his teammates in Detroit.
The other one just ruined about 2 million French people's lives.
But this was a headshot. No doubt about it whatsoever.
It sucks to see hits like this take a player out; for any player to get injured, period.
(Pay no attention to fans from other cities wishing for Crosby to tear his ACL.)
Headshots have no place in the game.
But you know who else doesn't have a place in the game?
Matt Cooke…if he doesn't attempt a hit on Savard here.
There is a fevered competition on the Penguins' bottom two lines that has just kicked into high gear.
And Matt Cooke doesn't really light the lamp. He's on the team for a specific reason.
If he shirks away from delivering a hit, it is noticed in the film room.
The Boston fans went from booing Cooke to booing their own team.
The Penguins whipped out their balls, and they whipped them all over the Bruins, their fans, and their building. Other than the X morning show with Tim Benz, it's hard to imagine a bigger, more disappointing three hours for people.
If we were Bruins fans, we'd probably light ourselves on fire.
What a gutless, uninspired effort. Thank God Marc Savard isn't alive to see it.
But that doesn't surprise us.
No one even came to Savard's defense two weeks ago when it happened.
Mark Eaton partially leads a rush into the Sens zone.
The puck makes its way to Jordan Staal.
Seems harmless, as the Pens are outnumbered on the boards.
Staal refuses to die. The puck squirts to Dupuis.
Again, where would the Pens be this year without Dupuis?
The emo Sabres goalie got outplayed, and badly, by Marc-Andre Fleury, who has gone from weak link to borderline Vezina candidate in one month.
At around 12:00 noon on Thursday, you were taking 20 bucks out of some joke ATM, still deciding on where you were gonna spend it for lunch.
Meanwhile, Ray Shero was handed roughly $10-million dollars and told to fix last season's playoff poopfest.
And he had one thing on his mind: Defense.
Last year's Penguins never had it together on defense. As of July 1, 2010, that is a thing of the past.
…since Mike Green spent a chunk of his time Tweeting Tweets, running a slick website, and appearing in Geico commercials, did he forget to practice playing defense? To gear himself up for another playoff year? To get a respectable haircut? He won't have time to partake in any of these activities this summer, since he will spend the time in court, trying to refute claims that he has done irreparable damage to family of James Norris.
The crowd here was louder than it is in Pittsburgh and the Pens responded with a dominant game.
They're just rolling right now and it doesn't seem like much can stop them. Good teams take advantage of struggling ones, and that's exactly what we saw.
Sidney Crosby is playing some of the best hockey of his career, which is scary.