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back the fuck up

Games against Atlanta have a way of getting nasty, and/or bizarre. But the Pens are just on another level right now. That many penalties, you should lose. We barely noticed the Pens were shorthanded. Not something you can do every night, but a neat trick if you can pull it off.

Oh, and, Sid:

25 straight games with the streak. 4 points tonight. nbd. mustache.

MOMENT YOU BUSTED OUT THE CURBSTOMPING BOOTS

Fleury stood on his head to start the game, but Evander Kane decided it was his god-given right to score.
It was not. Tang made an unreal play to Crosby on the power play to reiterate this fact.

1-1

MOMENT YOU WERE ALONE IN AN UNCARING UNIVERSE

When lardass buried it during an extended power play sequence. Steiggy and Errey basically willed this to happen by talking about his fatness and his “heavy” shot. Heavy like cream.

2-1 Thrashers. No use crying.
Then Goligoski hooks Byfuglien and it feels like a disaster.
But the kill is huge. Meanwhile, back at the ranch:

MOMENT YOUR SOUL BROKE
Crosby splits the D. Pwns pavelec. Thorburn stunned.

2-2, thank god

MOST CONNECTIONS
Bob Errey starts the 2nd telling us all about how he was just texting Paul Coffey, something about how great it all was. Meanwhile, Kane is making his own legacy:

4 on 4 happens later, with Sid and Malkin hooking up to make a bajillion chances. Tang misses the net on what was perhaps the most open shot ever without being a breakaway. But nothing happens.
Pens are going to end up killing a penalty when the dangerous Eric Boulton gets his team going and the line draws a penalty.
With Cooke destroying lives in order to touch the puck, Adams drives down off the bench, and gets the puck all alone in front of Pavelec. Boooooooooooom.

A Craig Adams goal usually means you’re in the clear.
We’re well-connected.

GOAL THAT LOOKED LIKE SID’S BUT WASN’T
Early in the third, Sid chips a puck in front. Kunitz gets a stick on it. Goal.

If you’re keeping track, that’s: shit, we don’t even know.

PUCK HUFFERS GOAL OF THE YEAR AWARD
Mark Letestu and the Rape of Alexander Burmistrov

sit down


and shut up.


that’s right.

Seriously, Burmistrov was just chilling, and Letestu decided it was time for him to die. And the death bred a goal, and the goal bred a million babies.



More pregnant every time we watch it.

OTHER GOAL THAT LOOKED LIKE SID’S BUT WASN’T
Sid takes a slapper from center point. Cooke deflects it. 6-2 Pens.
Eric Boulton continued his tear of scoring danger by getting yet another goal, making it 6-3.

‘nother day at the office. Pens win.

Sorry for the jobber recap, but it’s after 1AM, I haven’t slept properly in ages, and I really need a shower.

INDIVIDUAL AWARDS

FATTEST FUCK AWARD

this one

go penssssssssssssss

Zoë

About Zoë

from Fayette County, living in Boston, chronically fussy. every Penguins season is like Amundsen vs. Scott in my head.

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