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someone deserved better than this

And that man’s name is Brent Johnson.
Somehow, after last night, the Whatever we had just wasn’t quite there. Plus, everyone played way tighter. Just not much going on.

Beej had an actually amazing game. Of course, there is going to be some contingent on the Internet who always thinks the Penguins goalie is to blame for every single loss, or that he “sucks” even when he carries the team on his back to the win.
But, Brent deserved better. Pens couldn’t score. Reimer was there when he needed to be–played equally as well as Johnson. Playing well is often irrelevant to numbers. It happens.

Some key photographic evidence of the evening:

Top facial expression of the last century.


THOUGH THIS ONE IS CLOSE BEHIND.
HUGLUGLUGJFKD

Fun fact: we received an e-mail this week from a blogger asking if we knew any “fun tidbits” about James Neal. As far as we know, the man has no personal life; he is just perfection embodied. Smoke on that.

Officiating was weird this game. Some correct calls (like the Kunitz no-goal) and just a ton of stuff gotten away with by both teams.

Mike Brown thought he was at jousting practice maybe:

Whatever; I can’t speak for the rest of the PH contingent but I am too jazzed about attending Saturday’s game in Boston to be of much analytical or narrative help this evening. I was, understandably, also very offended that no one is reblogging my Sidney Crosby pepper .gif on Tumblr so I may need a personal day to recover from the slighted, hurt feelings.

Got a really deep tweet from a Leafs fan earlier, though:

Why indeed.
Why does anyone do anything.
Why are we here and where are we going.

TO TD GARDEN TO PROVE WE ARE STILL A MOTHER FUCKING GOOD TEAM, THAT’S WHERE.

~ go pens ~ 

Zoë

About Zoë

living in Boston, chronically fussy, fills recaps with references to Robert Scott's last march and literary theory among other things.

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