CRANBERRY, Pa. -- For all we know, come Thursday night at 7:38, Matt Murray will stand in his proper place at PPG Paints Arena, scraping the ice chips from his crease and getting ready for, oh, three hours of rejecting everything the Golden Knights rip his way.
And for all we know, he won't.
For days. For weeks. For months. For ... ugh.
Concussions are scary stuff. Multiple concussions are scarier still. So if we're having the candid conversation this subject deserves in the context of modern science, the Penguins' announcement Tuesday that Murray is concussed yet again should have sent at least a small shudder through the spine of the franchise as a whole, and Jim Rutherford's in particular.
First and foremost, obviously, comes the health of the individual. I can't discuss hockey before mentioning that this is a wonderful human being, every bit as warm and compassionate as his predecessor who'll be in this building the same night. There's a reason that, when our staff was interviewingMarc-Andre Fleury yesterday in Washington, Fleury had more questions and concerns about Murray than answers on any other topic. Murray's worth that.