Rosie Nix isn't a man of few words. He's a man of a single syllable. And that's in the brightest, bubbliest of times. Which this, most assuredly, was not.
Jake Guentzel reports for duty each day with the Penguins with the understanding that, on one hand, he'll be skating alongisde the NHL's greatest player.
Kris Letang couldn't sleep. Not a wink. "Wired," he was explaining to me late Thursday night. "I tried. No chance. Way too wired, you know?"
Cam Heyward's headed to the Pro Bowl, Joe Haden's heard more praise in these parts than any corner since Rod Woodson, and Vince Williams earned the most stunning honor.
Full, open and essential disclaimer: Patric Hornqvist is exempt from absolutely every syllable I'm about to type. All clear on that, right?
T.J. Watt heard it. Then he felt it. Then he breathed it in, exhaled it out and experienced an exhilaration, as he'd later tell me, he'd never experienced at Heinz...
This hard, Matt Murray. This is how hard you've got to go Saturday night against the Kings.
As Greg Bedard has kindly done for our readers, I'll offer a primer of what to expect from these mercurial Steelers this weekend.
If I printed the actual word here, much less in the headline atop this site, probably half our subscribers would cancel. So use the imagination.
A guy takes one day away from the grind — I had a business meeting back in L.A. — and, of course, the Pittsburgh sports world pumps out storyline upon...
"Mannnnnnn, we'll be fine," Ramon Foster was telling me Sunday night. "We'll pull through. We will. You'll see. Don't we always?"
What mattered most to the high-scoring Penguins' collective cause, at least from this perspective, was what was happening at the far end.
Kris Letang insisted, passionately to the point of it being peculiar if it were anyone else, that he didn't change a thing. Which is fine. Let him think that.
A month ago, the editors at The Hockey News reached out and asked if I'd participate in a project aimed at determining the NHL's all-time Mount Rushmore.
The officiating was awful. It was atrocious. Can't take the Steelers' word for that, of course.
Two sources within the Penguins told me late Saturday night that the team is beyond exasperated with Brassard, and one of those sources told me he's become "trade material."
It's not the goaltending. It's never the goaltending. But what if it actually is?
Sidney Crosby's shoulder was sore. Or maybe it was his back, given how he's been carrying these Penguins through a quarter of the NHL schedule.
The Penguins needed a timely shot block, and they sent out their smallest player to get it done.
Mike Sullivan can't stand it when someone broaches the subject of the Penguins' speed, if only because that only occurs in a sour context these days.
"It was a weird game, you know?" Yeah, Joe Haden, we know.
Awesome. Now do it again. Do it at practice Thursday in Cranberry, and no, Mike Sullivan's not skipping it for Thanksgiving.
These Penguins are in deep doo-doo. They know it. They’re feeling it. And man, are they ever flailing.
The plunge from perfection can be a long, hard one. But man, how about that bounce off the bottom?
I don't know what option I am on that. But it's way down the list." It's fifth, actually.
Missing Sidney Crosby and Derick Brassard is one thing. But missing two more centers?