Pretty much sums up the entire game.
Forget to mention all the bounces they got, though.
It's a race to 4. A marathon of sorts.
And Montreal put a pipe bomb in your mouth.
Worst part about playoff losses isn't the actual loss.
It's the blowback.
Starting this morning, you'll hear Tim Benz starting on the Penguins. Guranteed he'll call out Malkin.
Then we'll roll into the noon hour, and Stan and Guy will start fielding calls from brilliant callers blaming everyone they can think of.
Around 5:00, Mike Logan will say something, and everyone will laugh.
Rob Rossi will start running his mouth on the Mark Madden Show.
In between of all of this, co-workers will start saying stupid shit and message boards will be out of control.
Rich Walsh will bring it home on the nightly news with some moronic sequence of sentences.
The best part of the aftermath of the loss, though, was Rich Walsh outside Mellon Arena after the game trying to find a Penguin fan who was placing gloom and doom on the season. Happiness doesn't sell news. Despair does.
But Rich Walsh just couldn't find a bridge-jumping Pens fan. Everyone was just spitting in his face.
So, it's good to know we're not alone in that sentiment.
We've seen way too many playoff games and playoff series to even be concerned right now.
Fans everywhere are salivating over seeing Crosby frustrated and angry.
Pens fans are salivating, too. Because nothing's better than an angry Sid.
Heading into his backyard for Game Three. Could be an interesting night.
Story of this game was Montreal playing their "style." Their style consists of hoping to get the lead, and when they do, sit back and wait for an overeager jugernaut offense to start forcing things and making mistakes. In turn, Montreal then feeds off those mistakes and takes advantage of shooting on a goaltender who hasn't seen a shot in like 8 minutes.
That's it. That's their gameplan.
A goalie who's stonewalling your life fits into the equation, too.
Timely bounces help, too. Mike Cammalleri cashed in the two bounces he got.
The Pens went 4 for 4 on the PP in Game One.
In Game Two, they were 0 for your face.
If they manage one goal, the game is going to OT.
They still had a shit load of chances even strength, though.
But Halak decided to come to this one. And he refused to leave.
The way Halak and the Habs frustrated the Pens, especially in that "third period," if you want to give it the benefit of the doubt and call it a period of hockey, was staggering. Habs just sat back and waited for the Pens to score. The Pens couldn't, and Cameljoke was there to capitalize on a turnover due to the Pens pressing. Letang tried to corral the puck with his skate, it bounced too hard off said skate, and Cameljoke walked in and hit the bottle.
What's done is done.
Now it's time to see what Disco has up his sleeve. One thing the Caps' coaching staff was railed for was not making any adjustments. Bylsma will have a plane ride up to Antarctica to figure out a way to combat Montreal's rope-a-joke style.
With a team like the Habs, if you get up 2 goals, you are fine.
You just have to get there first. Vomit.
The first 5 to 10 minutes in Montreal will be hell.