The Penguins got off to one of their worst -- if not the worst -- starts of the season in the first period in Friday's game against the Blue Jackets.
The 2019 Pirates have mostly squandered brilliant starting pitching by scoring just 3.23 runs per game, which ranks 28th in the majors.
On the eve of the Stanley Cup playoffs, Mike Sullivan made one small tweak to his defense pairs by reuniting Jack Johnson with Justin Schultz.
With Bryan Rust and Chad Ruhwedel going down with injuries, the Penguins had to dig deep to beat the Blue Jackets in a crucial Metro Division game.
I haven't shied away from criticizing Jack Johnson this season.
The Blue Jackets' recent trade acquisitions will surely add some more fuel to the fire with their rivalry with the Penguins.
Just don't call Jack Johnson a project. He'll acknowledge anything at all about his performance this past winter in Columbus.
Jack Johnson's underlying analytic numbers aren't great but they do not paint the whole picture. The defenseman is good in the postseason and that's when the Penguins will need him...
Mat Cullen's not only back with the Penguins, he'll be back in his familiar No. 7. Jack Johnson will wear No. 73, the team announced.
As expected, Jack Johnson is a Penguin, signing a five-year, $16.25 million contract.
Comments made by both Jack Johnson and Jim Rutherford and did not sit well with the Blue Jackets.
The Penguins defenseman-in-waiting has taken a long and sometimes painful route to be reunited with Sidney Crosby, his friend and former high school teammate.
The Penguins and free-agent defenseman Jack Johnson have agreed to the framework of a deal that would span six years at $14.5 million, a source told DKPittsburghSports.com
Stop me if you've heard this one in the last week: Penguins trail Blue Jackets, Penguins tie Blue Jackets, Penguins beat Blue Jackets.
I know I went into this a bit on Monday, but Nationwide Arena is just a special place to play, and a special place to watch, or photograph, a game.
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.
Much as I'll always recall March 12 as the day this coronavirus crisis closed up civilization, I'd be remiss if I didn't equally recall May 19.
Patric Hornqvist held it high. Then, he held it a little higher. Maybe no more than a millimeter, but definitely higher.