This article has absolutely nothing to do with the plight of our Penguins as they struggle to keep pace in the race for an Eastern Conference playoff spot.
Or maybe it does.
Be forewarned. I’m about to launch into my annual rant about our lack of toughness. Hockey purists and fans of Olympic-style hockey needn’t read any further.
For the uninitiated, I have an awful time watching our guys get mauled, dating way back to a preseason game on September 29, 1973. As I watched TV news clips in muted horror, a Mongol horde known as the St.