Rick DiPietro closed the door in the shootout and sort of in general, in order to fulfill his dream of being gang raped by his teammates at center ice in front of thousands of unsuspecting fans.
Evgeni Malkin was reportedly unshaken by the incident. Rumor has it that everyone thinks DiPietro is an "instant section 8."
Stunning press work again by the drooling photographers of Nassau Coliseum. The Sid Streak ends at 25.
I'd recap this, but really? Pens have to get their minds right for the Classic, and so do we.
I will bring you a thoughtful analysis of episode 3 of 24/7 tomorrow, once I watch it in all of its high-def glory. In addition to the recap of 24/7 PH will also be providing you with a New Year's Eve/Day Survival Kit shopping list.
Parenteau's on our shit list, btw. Just ask Chris what's up.
We're not fighting for freedom, we're fighting for poontang.
see you outside.
GO PENS, bitches.
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.
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
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.
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
and shut up.
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.
FATTEST FUCK AWARD
We choose to remember this game as it was in the moments that the above photo was taken.
We do not want to think about the fact that our hockey team lost a game, or other perils of our modern lives.
Luckily, we don't have to.
In the spirit of the holiday season, we instead would like to focus on more adorable aspects of the world than a scoreboard tilted in our opponent's direction.
Also, thinking of more plesant things, look how pretty our new temporary arena is:
It's going to be a great game for everyone watching, and for everyone going.
Unfortunately, we will be indulging in the former. The opportunity presented itself for us to go to the game fo' free, but unfortunately we had to decline for other Life Reasons.
Speaking of, I would like to announce my official sabbatical from PH for the next three weeks, as I will be in New And Interesting Lands starting tomorrow.
Well, tomorrow those New And Interesting Lands will be a series of airports, but whatevs.
I'm pulling a Dmitry Medvedev.
(While Mister Medvedev stayed in lush resorts and was followed by many armed guards during his trip to India, I will be staying and dirty hostels and will be followed only by my dirty boyfriend; still, I like to think we are one in the same.)
PH will be held down by Zoe, Intern Ann, and any other assortment of hoodlums they feel they need to help out.
I will be able to get Pens text alerts in India for only 5 cents per text, so don't worry about me.
Everyone have a good new year, and prepare for coloring contests for weird Indian knick-knacks.
We're never losing again, so don't sweat it.
1. MaxTal still wears his facial injuries well. And we still don't know what color his eyes are supposed to be.
2. Sid's fight exchange with Niskanen resembled a first-time sex encounter. We really expected him to say like, "and then he was like, turn around, and I was like, k."
3. You still pimp strut, even when you get beat by Philly.
4. Just when we thought we couldn't be made any more uncomfortable by the man who calls himself Mike Green, we discover he rides an orange Vespa to work. No. This is expressly not allowed.
5. And just when we thought that had been too much, we saw the sunglasses. And shit ourselves.
Doesn't he know you're supposed to wear boots and leathers? If he gets in a wreck he's going to scrape all the skin off his chest.
But at least his mouth won't be cold
6. Boudreau used a napkin this time.
7. Hendricks has. . .pretty eyes.
8. Bruce talking to his team, especially Ovechkin, is like a dad who has been absent for 10 years trying to come back into his teenager's life and lay down the law. Fail.
9. Danny doesn't want to talk about Malkin's interference penalties anymore.
10. Bourque no longer owns a hockey helmet, and Steve Mears thinks this is hilarious.
11. Mario goes "woo."
12. Caps game against Anaheim was a circus.
13. When Ovechkin goes to the locker room, he does the extremely useful activity that is sitting in the corner and saying, "fucking crossbar."
14. The Caps are at the very least feigning ignorance.
15. Sidney Crosby's legs. Uh. Every time.
16. Brent Johnson loves life. In fact, he fucking loves it.
17. Chris and Jordy have way too much fun.
18. There was an explanation, in fact, for the no-goal that led to Chernobyl.
19. Gene needs chapstick still.
20. This face by Dan Bylsma? Terrifying.
21. Beer tastes better when you control the moods of thousands of people.
22. You know you're worth it when Ray Shero is arranging to have cars pick you up.
23. McPhee's office < Shero's office.
24. Alex may in fact think that Christmas was made for him.
25. Artürs Irbe should narrate some kind of Eastern European-themed porn.
26. Alex cannot tell if his hamstring is tight or not.
27. Alex doesn't like having his hamstring massaged. Or whatever else might be going on here.
28. He also appears to be married to his TV and video game consoles.
29. And he does in fact live with his parents, because he apparently isn't very good at cleaning up after himself.
30. The Bylsmas have a very small dining table. Small? Or intimate? You decide.
31. Rhys Adams knows the whole Penguins roster. We should start teaching him all the teams.
32. And is in fact the cutest child ever. Ever.
33. Paul Bissonnette doesn't have a lot to worry about if his laces get cut and bubble gum ends up in his gloves because I mean, he doesn't play anyway. But Matt Cooke sure is a genius with the scissors.
34. The Caps hide lobsters for fun. While they're getting sloshed. The lobster was not, in fact, very lucky.
35. Mike Knuble might actually give a damn about his team.
36. "fucking giggling getting out of one's fucking mess" sounds like a gross and hilarious sex act. Good job, Mike Knuble.
37. Some statements are incorrect.
38. George McPhee is enveloped in darkness.
39. Sidney Crosby is basically in love with his own crazy. That's confidence. You can see it in his eyes that he loves behaving irrationally. He's literally insane.
40. The rest of America apparently wasn't ready for Sid's cup. We've seen it often enough. We're aware. Now that he's won a Cup wearing the cup, we doubt we'll ever see the end of it. You know how many times this thing has had to be brought back from the dead? Probably millions.
41. Sid and Gene are kind of in love.
42. When Gene showed up he told Sid "ME THREE YEARS RUSSIAN SUPER LEAGUE" to enforce his seniority as a pro player and that's why Malkin is allowed to go out after Sid. And this is Sid's face while telling the story. Infuckingsane.
43. Eric Godard still has that bangin' suit.
44. This shovel is awesome.
45. Comrie is still lurking. Silently.
46. The Caps celebrate the December Stanley Cup by fist-pumping and wondering where the champagne is.
47. Brooks Laich might know that there isn't a December Stanley Cup.
That's 47 things. We want to repost this one:
come over here, so I can get a better look at that jugular.
Merry Christmas from Puck Huffers.
When do we ever get to see a shoot out reach out that far?!
At the end we were just screaming WHO IS NEXT?!?!?!? because really, that is what everyone was wondering.
When it gets too far, we still call it a Hal Gill round.
Call us old fashioned, but we love to see people shooting who shouldn't be shooting. We didn't QUITE get there, but still. It was close.
If you couldn't tell, we're drunk.
That's the reason this time. Isn't Pinnacle a miracle?!?!? We strongly recommend anything they do. It's cheap, and their flavors are just about as good as vodka can get....and we really don't like vodka.
We're not doing a recap, because we are in the loving embrace of family and friends and one another, because it is the holiday season. So we'll just say a few things about this game, which was pretty freaking intense.
Sidney Crosby scores a goal that is physically impossible, but through the collective joy of our hometown spirit, happens anyway. We say "fuck you" to physics, and let the impossible happen.
Of course then we have to deal with the holiday spirit of the refs, and accept a Caps goal that was only earned by about a thousand over-calling situations. We only allow this goal because Santa is watching.
And then, of course, Mr. Kunitz takes it back for the Penguins.
Milk is good for your bones, kids.
Knuble did somethingsomethingsomething to tie it up, and we didn't care.
Mostly we were starting to get upset that people would be reminding us that THE PENS AND CAPS ALWAYS GO INTO OVERTIME forever and forever.
We're over it.
Anyway, overtime is about as worthless as anyone would expect it to be, other than MAF acting like a superhero.
The shootout came, and as we said, it was nearly a Hal Gill situation.
Everything in the shootout is yet uncovered by the press.
Anyway, Dupes makes it happen, along with Tanger, and we are pleased with everything that happens.
Okay, so we have to go drink more and partake in happy activities.
We give the only alternative star to Dupes, because, well, he won the game. Homers.
The only good choice the Verizon Center has ever made is naming MAF #1 star tonight.
Anyway, go watch HSN and drink, and feel closer to us this evening.
Winning streak #2.
Never losing again.
Tonight was fairly brutal, because we had a game against the Florida Panthers to watch, promptly followed by HBO's 24/7.
We'll be providing an in-depth recap of 24/7 in the coming days. Perhaps on Christmas Eve, after this whole Caps business has blown over. We've been hearing rumblings in the Muskrats management about what the team's next moves will be to try to save the franchise from certain embarrassment. Understandably, we've been distracted.
The game that happened between the Penguins and Florida tonight felt like a period of time where life didn't make sense. There was no flow or consistency to this game by either team. Perhaps the only constant was that both Johnson and Fleury were on top of their shit. We of course wish Brent a speedy recovery, but we know that the Pens are playing at a high level in general right now--the cards have yet to fall as they will.
Incredibly short turnaround to Washington, and last-minute Christmas shopping hangs in the balance. Here's a quick rundown:
MOST PONIES BEQUEATHED
Tyler Kennedy gave Mark Letestu some of his birthday ponies for his turning of Tomas Vokoun into a prostrate statue.
Lots of ponies. Lots of bitches. Ladies, if you want a piece of the Test Tube, get in line, and fucking Letestify.
TK's face = a kid circa 1999 finding out he just got Bop It Extreme for Hanukkah.
Weiss, after scoring his equalizer and getting his team back on the wagon.
FEWEST OR MOST FUCKS GIVEN, WE CAN'T TELL
Sidney Crosby after extending his points streak to yet another ridiculous number.
Actually he should have given a major fuck, because guess what stud got an assist?
This guy. hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
BIGGEST FUCK YOU
Cooke snipejobbing someone second game in a row.
Vokoun was done. We give him a supplementary award for Most Symmetrical Photo.
OUR SECOND FAVORITE IVY LEAGUER
You know, because we can't discount Craig Adams.
Ben Lovejoy had a goal in the second and a fight in the game that was more cuddly than anything.
No video yet on YouTube, but eventually, you'll see it. Go Dartmouth!
MOST UNAPPRECIATIVE BRYAN MCCABE
This is Bryan McCabe on the bench apparently after scoring the goal that put his team within 2. William Thomas had the primary assist, and we wondered why that goal mysteriously made us a little excited in the pants. But like a Smokey Robinson song, the contradictions weren't enough to save the Panthers from their mire of intense depression and heartsickness.
Basically: the Pens defense and the Panthers' ineptitude and the goalies ensured that Chernobyl watch didn't have to go into effect. Dupuis with the empty netter. It was over.
washington finally eeeep
FACE OF THE DAY
ALTERNATIVE THREE STARS
The actual #1 star was given to Ben Lovejoy, which breaks our minds and warms our hearts, so we don't even know how to run this portion of the recap anymore.
Let's just say.
1. Brent Johnson
2. Evgeny Dadonov, for being a -3 and having the Most Ominous Name
3. Bill Thomas, for making it ~*home*~ for the holidays.
Love and HBO to all.
It's almost like we have to give up on this shit, but we can't help ourselves: Sam Kasan was kind enough to direct us to the page for the Florida Panthers ice dancers in today's game-day blog and let us know that Brittany O. is his favorite.
Oh, Panthers. Thank God this isn't high school football where the opposing team's cheerleaders come with.
Here's HBO at morning skate:
That guy's got the skinny jeans and the sweet Nikes. Probably has an iPhone as well. We'll have nice things one day, too.
HAIR LEAGUE PAGE has been updated.
As you can see, the margins between teams are growing again. Blame Evgeni Malkin, who has been quietly blowing up the hair scene all throughout the last week.
Remember to e-mail us if you see any other hair instances out in the media world. This excludes: anything related to a "A Sit Down with Sidney" on FSN, or HBO's 24/7. We also just gave Sid points for his appearance on TPiR, but that isn't reflected here, because when it comes down to making a new graphic or going to make an omelette, the omelette wins every time.
Panthers tonight. Obvs.
Puck Huffers staff here.
We are here to address our public and the events of the game this evening.
As everyone knows, we love our team: The Penguins.
But we have also sunk a lot of love and devotion into the Muskrats, ever since we Purchased them (as the former Coyotes), renamed them, and moved them to New Orleans.
Still, when it comes down to it, before the game tonight we pulled aside some of the star 'Rats and let them know what was expected of them this evening. They were not to fail us, and they could only accomplish this by failing. They understand - though are not entirely happy about - the fact that when it comes to our hearts, they will always be in second place.
Now, with an L10 of 4-4-2, we understand we are in a bit of a rough spot - trailing the Pacific division, currently below the western playoff line, and having some extreme turmoil within the team. Spirits are not high this holiday season for the Muskrats squad, but the players return to facing the western teams on Thursday, knowing we will not force them to self-destruct again any time in the near future.
We would like to take a moment to address some specifics of the game.
We know we have some answers to give to you guys.
A Q&A will be held after this press conference.
THE HELGE FACTOR
While we know that one of the pleasures of playing the Muskrats is seeing Akseli Ukko in net, we simply couldn't trust the young'un to listen to our orders. In steps Pontus Helge, our favorite fat, Danish backup goalie. We are on a pretty regular picnicking schedule with Pontus, so we knew he'd have no problem securing his spot in next week's indoor picnic spot by letting up a few easy goals.
We hope you are not too upset about the lack of Ukko (especially as, after such a number of goals, chanting UK-KOOOO is extraordinarily fun) but you must understand our position on this one.
THE MOST UNEXPECTED MOVE
Otto Kyösti was NOT supposed to be on the ice this evening, if you were wondering about why we would dress our biggest thug against the Pens.
When we spoke with Head Coach Wattie Turner, we specifically told him that Otto was not to be dressed.
Imagine our surprise when the press announced his presence in the game.
Wattie was unavailable for comment and has not been answering our calls ever since.
We are heading out to the PH jet shortly after this conference.
THE CANADIAN JACKASSERY THAT WENT DOWN
Last, we must unfortunately also apologize for Aaron Izzo.
Aaron is a kind soul, and we really don't know what got into him. While he will be reprimanded for being a total asshat, we also ask for your forgiveness; sometimes it's just hard to take a loss for you lovely lady owners. But he has asked us to issue a formal apology on his behalf, and we must admit that we have forgiven him. We hope you can find it in your hearts to do the same.
Well, that was painful, but we're glad the Pens could come through and conquer the team.
We can put it in the mind of the 'Rats to lose, but unless the Pens put on a good show, we can't expect anything to happen. Luckily, the Pens are the Pens, and when given a weakened team, they crush them into the ground.
Expect changes in the Muskrats organization, and expect the Pens to never lose again.
First game of the new streak.
Today was the much-anticipated NHL-themed episode of The Price is Right. I will explain it to you, using pictures from my television.
First, epic win by my cable provider, Atlantic Broadband, or whomever writes the descriptions:
Drew Carey appears, looking like he hasn't actually eaten an entire country made of pancakes.
The first prize is some exciting watches. And we're in for an hour of confusion.
The NHL-themed prize package is presented for a game of Cliff Hanger. It includes an NHL chair set, some 3D TVs or whatever, and tickets to the Stanley Cup Final. It is first presented by this young lady:
HOORAY NHL EASTERN AND WESTERN CONFERENCES
let's not forget, we're saving our Chicago Blackhawks bias for when JR shows up.
THE CROWD GOES WILD!
it's the chicago blackhawks man
Cliff Hanger is played with an Original 6 Rubik's Cube, NHL Monopoly, and a Gretzky figurine. Of course, our heroine wins:
legit reaction shot.
If I won tickets to the SCF I'd probably shit myself onstage. Just a heads up.
showcase showdown is whatev.
Everything is utterly uneventful until this jackwagon bids $1400 on a model Christmas village.
These are the two who make it to the showcase.
the trip to "Europe" is passed on.
Jeremy Roenick and the Chicago Blackhawks return.
We were all amped to see Sidney Crosby and Alex Ovechkin.
Instead, we got them on TVs, on TV:
Winter Classic gear is revealed. Would totally kill for the scarf and hat sets. For both teams. Those scarves look great.
Jerseys = okay, sure.
YOU'VE JUST WON A TRIP TO PITTSBURGH.
AND A RENTAL CAR. GOOD LUCK DRIVING.
OH AND WINTER CLASSIC TIX. WHY AREN'T YOU SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY YET.
Thank God you're getting these tires. They're ~*NHL*~ tires.
please don't crash your car into the jersey barrier on Route 51.
everyone in the audience received these Winter Classic pucks. And YOU can enter online to win a signed Jeremy Roenick puck. We'd give the URL but it might break the universe.
Look who's not going to "EUROPE"!
Look who's not going to Pittsburgh!
But she's still going to the SCF, lucky bitch.
Hug it out.
JR kisses some babies.
Please don't forget about these pucks.
Bryz is out tonight, too.
We're going to kick the day off with Shirley Manson and Garbage, "I'm Only Happy When It Rains," an ode to Trib Total Media Rob Rossi's outlook on life.
That amazing dig on Rob Rossi by today's Pens Report.
Malkin's also skating on a line at practice. Balllllllaaaaaaaa.
Fun Hair League fact of the day: lowest-scoring team is MAF, TK, and JStaal. Ohhh. We'll update that page eventually, but honestly, not a whole lot is happening. We're still waiting for the top 3 to be dethroned by some genius.
The Caps finally won today. But really, who expected goals from Ryan Shannon and Chris Kelly to stand up to win a game. Ottawa was playing with house money anyway.
Some general paranoia from our very good friend TPB Derek.
Everything about what's going on right now has an air of ominousness. But tomorrow?
HERE IS DE PALMS and let's not forget PLUS SEVEN RAINY
Shane and Kyle and Biznasty and Jovo and Adrian and the whole damn gang.
Sorry, boys. It's our house, remember?
P.S. daily dose of ovary destruction
Eric Godard lets a little girl paint his nails yellow. Soul sistas.