Oh the glory of a 3-0 start. Such warmth. So much frolicking. And coupled with our early success there was the joy of watching Pittsburgh struggle, sitting back and knowing with all the certainty that baby Jesus allows that with that defense they are very simply not going to do much when winter turns to spring.
For me, it always comes back to the Penguins. Always. I'm happy when they struggle. I just am.
But then last night happened, as we thought it might.
A trap game where they were dominated (again) by a mediocre (at best) team and you can't really put your finger on why.