Jiri Slegr leaped over the boards at the Penguins' bench and charged into the Washington zone. He wanted desperately to catch Martin Straka's attention.
Maybe it was the mask mandate. More likely, it was picking up word yesterday that our Original Hot Dog Shop might be finished overfilling our trays with fries.
On whatever date, in whatever location, in front of however many fans the Steelers break their first huddle of 2020, here's what I envision for Ben Roethlisberger's weaponry.
It wasn't quite 'Play ball!' but I'll happily hear it that way.
Initially, it’s frustration. Then fatigue. Finally, fatalism. Are professional athletes getting bit by this bug, too?
"Hey!" A couple days ago, a complete stranger -- or so I'd thought -- accosted me upon a casual stroll near my home in the Strip.
I'm not an epidemiologist. I'm not a researcher, a clinician, a doctor, a nurse, or anything in this society more significant than a sorry sports writer.
"We are not London. We are only what we are." Those were the words of Eduardo Paes, mayor of Rio de Janeiro, and they were voiced without apology, without regret.
"I love the Moncrief move." Be warned that every blessed syllable following this paragraph will come from the same keyboard that, only a year ago, typed what's above.
When it comes to the issue that matters most -- the health of the participants and other personnel at those games -- MLB and NHL are tiptoeing around the truth.
"I think the penalty-kill's a really important area." This was Bryan Rust yesterday.
If the print industry's dying, then it's at least on life support in my home. Since I still insist on reading two things in their original physical form: Comics and Baseball...
It's the 25 greatest athletes to represent Pittsburgh in any sport, all-time, one long list.
This isn't the month, to put it mildly, to pout about the absence of sports. Thousands more will be afflicted. Thousands more will die.
Patric Hornqvist held it high. Then, he held it a little higher. Maybe no more than a millimeter, but definitely higher.
I'd rather not have sports without fans, as I shared in this space yesterday. But I'd still rather have sports.
Two very different voices, two very distinct perspectives, one singular view: Games without fans would be awful.
In the Penguins' pantheon, a half-century and a handful of Stanley Cups deep, putting away the Metro's last-place team in March shouldn't rank as all that prominent.