In putting together this commemorative Stanley Cup championship section, I was most moved by the moments that we might miss, that might slip away too soon.
When it was over, and Sidney Crosby had finally completed his 12-month mastery of the hockey world, he skated toward Mario Lemieux on the Bridgestone Arena ice and grinned.
History will look kindly on Malkin and Guentzel, one of them the playoff scoring leader and the other the postseason's top sniper.
A Tennessee radio reporter who'd been chasing Patric Hornqvist around the Bridgestone Center ice, this after the Penguins had just claimed the Stanley Cup.
With Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Final scoreless deep into the third period, Chris Kunitz had some left in the tank.
Matt Murray had just stopped all 27 pucks the Predators put his way in Game 6, following a shutout in Game 5, and he wound up with 64 consecutive saves.
The challenge was issued before the Stanley Cup playoffs even started: Could the Penguins' defense corps survive without the help of Kris Letang?
The Penguins are generally synonymous with youth. They showcase one of hockey's youngest fan bases. They've got a wonderful group of young players.
It was December in Tampa, two days shy of the the one-year anniversary of the Penguins hiring a new coach.
Sometimes GMs receive too much credit. Then there was Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Final at Bridgestone Arena, which may have marked Jim Rutherford's finest moment.
Mario Lemieux gripped the Stanley Cup, raised his eyebrows, raised his rosy cheeks into a childlike smile, raised the Cup itself, then lowered it for the customary kiss.
The big, bad Blue Jackets were built, on and off the ice, to beat the Penguins. They prioritized toughness on the roster, pushed a phony rivalry on their fans.