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Right now you're trying to calm down from last night's win.
You're trying to tell yourself that it's only one game.
And you're being helped by every media outlet in the country reminding you of last season.
Last season the Detroit Red Wings won games one and two at home.
Last season the Pittsburgh Penguins won game three in the Mellon Arena.
Last season the Red Wings hoisted the Stanley Cup.
And, according to Sports Illustrated, they're going to do the same this year:
From Seth at Empty Netters:
This might be a tad premature. The Red Wings are on a regional cover of this week's Sports Illustrated.
Apparently that cover is only available in certain markets, including the upper midwest and Canada.
At the end of the second period, this series was over; belief wavering.
People always talk about how tough it is to win the Stanley Cup.
We now understand that more than ever.
The Wings dominated the second period.
Almost enough to make you say to yourself, "This isn't worth it. I can't do it."
The Wings showed you how nearly impossible this dream is. When they are on, they are a machine.
But they just couldn't score. They couldn't deliver the kill shot.
It was arguably their best period of the series. And they had nothing to show for it.
So there was no throwing in the towel. Instead, you live and die with Hal Gill every time he is on the ice. You know there are thousands of others in their livings rooms and basements going through the same thing. And that makes all the difference.
In Game Three, Justice showed her beautiful face.
We sincerely hope Detroit fans aren't calling Crosby a whiner.
Johan Franzen's reaction to his obvious tripping call is the definition of whining. And then he holds his ear like he got shot after a clean body check.
Why can every player on every other team go to the box when they know they've tripped someone?
But Wings players act like they were just wrongfully accused of murder? Waaaaaahmbulance.
And then Jonathan Ericsson's embarassing interference in the third period.
Finally they got called on it.
And the Pens buried it. Game.
But unfortunately, Game Three means nothing right now.
Besides gay blogs talking about it, it is in the rearview mirror.
And here we are, facing the same situation we faced one year ago.
Every person invested in this series is in the same place they were a year ago.
Detroit fans are shrugging it off, as they know they just need a split of the games in Pittsburgh.
Penguin fans are riding high, knowing the Red Wings are beatable.
Game Four is where we get to right all the wrongs of last year.
And guess what -- Sidney Crosby isn't even a factor yet. Scary.
Red Wings Lead Series 2-0
Nobody needs to tell you what's at stake tonight.
The entire world is writing the Pittsburgh Penguins off.
People have been whispering the word "sweep."
The Red Wings are planning a parade.
That guy with the white gloves is making arrangements to be in attendance on Thursday.
We'll be honest.
There are a lot of situations we would rather be in than the one we're in right now.
Going down 2-0 in the Stanley Cup Final hasn't been fun.
The 1971 Montreal Canadiens were the last team to come back from this sort of deficit in the Final.
31 other teams have failed.
That doesn't mean anything.
The other big story tonight is Marian Hossa returning to the Mellon Arena.
The media has been all over this ever since the final match-up was set.
Hossa has essentially been a non-factor in this series so far.
He has 14 points in the playoffs this year.
Bill Guerin has 15.
Hossa's not worth our time.
The Pittsburgh Penguins need to defeat the Detroit Red Wings tonight, not Marian Hossa.
"Milhouse, knock him down if he's in your way! Jimbo, Jimbo, go for the face! Ralph Wiggum lost his shin guard! Hack the bone! Hack the bone! "
-- Lisa Simpson
June 2 -- 5:44am
The sun shines through the dirty curtains of William "PorkChop City" Jobberson's one-bedroom apartment on Dawson Street in Oakland. William rolls out of bed, cursing the fact that he moved his arms too fast, as he catches a whiff of his body odor. As his nickname indicates, William is cleary on the downturn of his life. He knows he gets a little more out of shape each day. But whatever. He'll get his life together one day. But the Pens are down 2-0 to the Wings. Nothing else matters right now. After taking what should have been a 5-minute crap which turned into a 25-minute epic session because he was playing Myst on his iPhone, PorkChop City, a nickname he had earned after eating an entire pig at his local church's luau, puts on his clothes and heads out the door.
Pretty cool video here. We read about this via [Tall Cathy] at Kiss FM.
Coldplay was in town Saturday night, and Lets Go Pens chants were everywhere:
First two minutes is all you need to see. The rest is whatev.
And considering the sick CBC montage the other night. Coldplay's mark is all over the finals right now.