VANCOUVER, British Columbia -- After 20 minutes Saturday night, the Penguins looked very much like a team that hadn't slept in their own beds for the last dozen days, if not more. Their minds back on events in Pittsburgh, their legs looked as heavy as their hearts, their passes were haggard and, as had been the case too often of late, the shot clock was one-sided against them.
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