Oh wait, I know, because I was sitting next to them.
The crowd at the Mellon had turned it up to 11, except for the douches next to me. There were some boos for Heatley when he was announced as part of the starting lineup ... I yelled "Speedwagon" instead.
Not meaning to rub salt in a wound (much) ... I'm not counting your team out yet.
This is like the anti-NHL Closer. Disapprove.
Also, hockey gods? Please stop toying with the Pens and their fans. Leave Marian Hossa alone!
The flightless waterfowl have me hopelessly confused. I think that according to previous patterns the dominant version of the Penguins will show up tonight, but I can't say for sure.
I mean, seriously, all the kid ever wanted to do was be a goon, and his dad made him play goalie. Lame.
I was surprised he didn't take a swing at the official.
Never mind. Don't answer that.
Seriously, I think the boy needs to spend the off-season at Jarkko Ruutu's Summer Camp for Pests. I particularly recommend "Fighting: How to Do It When You Must (Without Looking Like You're Just Trying to Keep the Other Guy at Arms Length Until He Gets Tired)," and "How to Make Your Pesting More Effective."