A Week in Revolt

It’s been a rough week. It was a week of “On the road again with the Pittsburgh Penguins”, all leading up to Halloween night. What could be more frightful then the play of the Penguins?
It started with the game against the Hew York Rangers. Pens were leading 2-0 and then they decided to crawl into their 1-4, let’s-stop-what-works-and-do-this, system, which lead to the inevitable comeback by the opposition. Tied at two heading for the shootout, you knew Jarko Ruutu was going to score the winner and two points would go to Pittsburgh. Oh, yeah. Rangers win, so I spit on my drinking buddy and then went home.


Things couldn’t get much better playing against the Sharks of San Jose. One of the better teams in the league and they showed it Tuesday night. They held the offensive juggernaut of the Pens to 11 shots. Not in one period. Eleven shots for the WHOLE game! Yikes!! A one-legged blind man carrying a baby could get eleven shots. This lead to a drinking binge and the result was this:


But, the sun was shining and all was looking brighter because the Pens were heading to visit the usually hapless Coyotes from the Phoenix area. Surely they could engineer enough shots and goals to beat this team. Lo and behold, the Coyotes have some good players including an old Panther who loves to put the little black puck into the twine behind Penguin goalies. And the result was a 4-1 loss. I went into a blind rage and I have no idea what I did.