Game day, with the Canadiens in Pittsburgh to play a team that’s won 12 straight games. Obviously it’s way overdue for the Pens to come crashing back to earth, and the Habs are just the team to spoil what’s been a big party for Pittsburghers. Like every good bash, eventually the sun starts to come up and birds begin to chirp, and it’s time to say goodnight and prepare for the hangover.
I love when the boys are party poopers. Go into the other team’s barn and ruin 18,000 home team fans’ big night out.
We need the guys going, though. Carey Price has to be sharp. Scorers need to score, special teams need to be special, and if guys don’t want to be in Michel Therrien’s doghouse, bad penalties have to be avoided. The Penguins are already gearing up for a long march and it’d be nice to have a cold bucket of water tossed on this premature dream.
I’ve tried to come up with something personal I can relate about the Pittsburgh Penguins and all I can think of is when I was a bartender in Sudbury in 1972-73 and the Pens, in Sudbury for an exhibition game, stayed at the Holiday Inn where I was working. I delivered room service beer to one of their rooms and Ron Schock was the guy who answered and gave me a tip. Looked like an excellent party going on.
I’ve searched the internet trying to find something about the Penguins in Sudbury in the fall of 1972 or ’73, but I’m having no luck whatsoever.