Be nice to Tuukka Rask, Pittsburgh. If it weren't for him, there'd be no Patric Hornqvist around here and, thus, no fourth Stanley Cup.
On the morning of June 12, 2016, as franchise history should duly note for so many reasons, Mike Sullivan spoke a two-word admonition to Kris Letang.
It was 1986 gloriously revisited Monday night at PPG Paints Arena, with the Penguins going chili-plus on the Senators, 8-5, while overcoming a two-goal deficit.
Four times already this NHL season, these Penguins have rallied in the third period to prevail, with three of those overcoming multiple-goal deficits.
The Sidney Crosby goal train, a runaway from his first shift of this NHL season, served up another beauty, and it brought the Penguins a 3-2 victory over the Stars.
Mike Sullivan needed just one game as the Penguins' coach, almost a year ago now, to fully grasp the whole slew of what was systematically missing from his group.
The Penguins perform better as a group in front of Matt Murray than in front of Marc-Andre Fleury. It's not a myth, and it's not a narrative.
Evgeni Malkin didn't have to say it. His slumped shoulders, his snail-like removal of his skates and, yeah, a soft smile told the story.
The blade of Sidney Crosby's stick is straight enough that, if he so chose, he could carry around a glass of wine on any section of the thing.
Jake Guentzel started his career with a bang, so photographer Matt Sunday kept the camera on him Monday night.
Hockey's neutral-zone trap isn't nearly as much about checking as it is about cheese. The cheese that just sits there on that slab of wood, tempting the mouse
Good morning from the Lemieux Sports Complex, where I'll have your live coverage from the Penguins' practice that begins at noon, followed by this week's Drive to the Net.
When the Penguins fly over to New York for a rematch at Madison Square Garden, if we're being candid, their charter will be carrying a few too many passengers.
I, first and foremost, feel compelled to ask, on a bigger scale, the following: Why would a hockey player launch his own face into the boards?
The only thing harder than starting only two of the Penguins' previous eight games, Marc-Andre Fleury would attest, was being back Saturday night and still not seeing many pucks.
The Penguins' suddenly prolific power play, as easily evident with the eyes as through the statistics, has undeniably been rooted in one simple facet.
It was a momentary rush of hockey magic, how the Penguins moved the puck in a full-speed pack, back and forth, up and down, all five players' sticks taking possession.