The daylight is just lifting. Throw a quarter to some homeless guy. You head past Gate Two and high-five some random dude..... flick the Flyers bus off, keep walking up that godforsaken hill. You look up at the parking lot where you spent hours waiting in traffic as a kid. You give a "wooo..." to tailgateblog up there, throw a wave to the hockey jesus. Open up to Gate Three and get your sac touched by some guard- getting close now. The blast of cold air hits you right as you peek behind the curtain and see the empty red seats. The arena is busy; you're in line behind 200 people. You're a goddam Penguin fan in the only Arena you've ever known. Is there any thing better in the world?
Rest in peace.
Posted May 4th:
Move over, '96 Panthers and '93 Islanders.
You have company on Heartbreak Hill.
Don't want to recap this game or this series, but we have to for history's sake.
Five years from now, we'll want to read how we felt.
We'll never throw a player under the bus unless they are Chris Bourque.
That's why we never touch Marc-Andre Fleury. No reason to. Cup-winning goaltender.
But, man. You just can't give up a goal 30 seconds into Game 7.
It just can't happen. No way. No how.
You know what else can't happen?
Winning the Stanley Cup every season.
We as fans have had so much go right over the last three years.
We were due for something awful. We've lived with that fear since October.
From the outset of this season, something didn't feel right; something wasn't there.
If you thought different, you're lying to yourself.
No memorable games, no comebacks, no killer-instinct hero shit.
And the PP was stains all season.
Game 7 was a microcosm of the season.
PP couldn't come through. MAF got yanked.
Turnovers: Penguins-20, Habs-1. 20 to fucking 1.
The Pens Defined Ordinary.
Regardless, it was still a hell of a ride.
We'll take this season over watching the Kansas City Penguins on NHL Center Ice any day.
This post itself is in shambles. There is no rhyme or reason to it.
Just put the gold divider in there 'cause it's gay and we've hated it all season and never changed it.
We probably saw Sergei Gonchar's last shift as a Penguin.
His effort on the Travis Moen goal has people throwing hissy fits.
Newsflash: It wasn't the game-winning goal. It doesn't matter.
Gonchar has been our favorite Penguin since we started the blog in '06.
Ponikarovsky is a joke.
It doesn't even shame us to say it, but we're jumping right back on board with the Canadiens the rest of the way.
Skating shifts with Hal Gill brings us pleasure.
People love the underdog story.
People loved George Mason going to the Final Four a couple years ago.
People were pulling for the Jets in the AFC Championship Game against the Colts in January.
Dominic Moore sucks.
There's just something about a team that is playing as a team.
They came into this series and made a lot of Pens fans look like assholes, us included.
Have to respect it.
Whoever the Habs play in the ECF ------- Wait, wait, wait.
Flying under the radar in these playoffs right now is the story of the Flyers working their way back from a 3-games-to-none deficit to force Game 7 on Friday night.
The "history" the Habs have made so far in these playoffs has relied upon teams that were supposed to wipe the floor with them not being able to deliver.
But from now on, nothing will be seen as their opponents' failure, but rather the Habs' success.
We're pretty level-headed about everything in the wake of last night.
But don't e-mail us. We don't care about anything right now.
No clue why you'd do it to yourself, but a recap is waiting after the jump.