Bryan Rust sat at his locker stall late Tuesday night, his mouth slightly open, his eyes fixated at the floor. The next stall over, Dominik Simon had to cover his dewy eyes with his left hand. Across the room, Jack Johnson sat in his full equipment, his face buried in his jersey.
Disappointed? Frustrated? All of the above. Doesn't matter if it's seven games or four. Watching eight months of work go down the drain hurts, especially in Pittsburgh where nothing less than the Cup is expected.
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