Be nice to Tuukka Rask, Pittsburgh.
If it weren't for him, there'd be no Patric Hornqvist around here and, thus, no fourth Stanley Cup.
Those who've followed the Penguins for more than the past couple of winters know what I'm talking about. They'll recall, through a cringed forehead and gritted teeth, that 2013 Eastern Conference final. The one where your favorite multi-superstar-blessed hockey team squeezed out all of two goals and, what, a dozen total quality shots against Rask?
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