As I watched our Penguins completely fall apart on Saturday night against San Jose, the words to the old 1980’s tune Jeopardy kept playing in my head. “Our love’s in jeopardy (jeopardy) baby…”
I began to wonder if it applies to the Pens’ season as well.
I don’t know if I ever recall seeing a team take such a precipitous tumble, especially since they were playing comparatively well just before the slide. It’s as if Dr. Jekyll crept into the locker room unannounced and slipped all of our guys his cursed potion, turning us into a collection of on-ice Mr.