For more reasons than any follower would care to count right about now, these Penguins need ... not just something extra but something extraordinary.
So here’s issue #4…I had to work a little harder to find it, and finally tracked it down on eBay.
Jake Guentzel's a cute kid, and I offer that in the most sincere spirit. When he scores, you either want to give him a hug or a pack of Jujubes.
Not three minutes of Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Final had elapsed, and Pekka Rinne's hole was dug that much deeper.
Would the Penguins increase their chances of taking Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Final tonight by shooting more often? Probably.
If your team's wide receivers run all their routes like Antonio Brown, it doesn't matter in the slightest if the quarterback stinks.
"I'm at a loss. Honestly." That was Olli Maatta. And the most amazing aspect of that assessment was that it didn't follow an actual loss.
The Penguins will have had three days between games, the Predators a week. The Penguins will be without their top defenseman, the Predators without their top center.
The text had popped onto my phone most unexpectedly. This was June 27, 2014, in Philadelphia, deep into the evening after the Penguins and Predators had pulled off a trade.
If Patric Hornqvist is playing for the Penguins in Game 1 -- and it sure sounds like he is -- then one forward has to come out.
This puck, this time, wasn't going to be stopped. It wasn't going to lounge idly in the blue paint for two eternal seconds before finally being swept away.
When the fight was finally over, Craig Anderson fell forward to both knees, raised both arms in exasperation and lowered his head.
It's Marc-Andre Fleury's team, and it's absolutely got to be his team once again for Game 7 of the Eastern Conference final Thursday night back in Pittsburgh.
"No game is harder to win than the fourth." Trevor Daley told me that regarding Game 6 of the Eastern Conference final that takes place here Tuesday night.
The Pittsburgh Penguins, the version the city's been anxiously awaiting for a couple of Stanley Cup playoff rounds and change, finally burst onto the scene Sunday.
The NHL's ledger of seriously lousy hits, checks, hacks and whacks is filled with gray. Some are legitimately accidental. Some come with bad intent.
OK, so here's how this works: If Mike Sullivan declares that the Earth is flat, then we burn all our textbooks and begin anew.