I do not get nights like the last one very often. And so, by default, I absolutely adore it when I do. My Pens have, to use the sports cliche, begun the playoffs already. Last year's Stanley Cup finalists are going to spend the rest of the regular season in a battle just to get back into the dance, which is so not according to the plan. But with the injuries, the poor efforts, the oooh-let's-play-the-first-two-periods-and-then-take-the-third-off collapses, the plan went out the window long ago... read more
