"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.