Flash back with me, if you will, to last Friday night. At the risk of wearing out a familiar theme, I approached my good friend, Tom Blanciak, who was gazing at a big-screen TV at the Pennsbury Pub and Grille. Shortly after the Penguins dropped Game 1 of their Eastern Conference Finals matchup to Tampa Bay in thoroughly dismal fashion.
“Our boys didn’t look too good tonight,” I opined. “I’m worried. Tampa Bay might have our number.”
“Yeah, the Pens stunk,” he replied. (I’m paraphrasing.) After a brief pause, Tom added, “We’re going to win the series.