WHAT THE FRENCH, TOAST?!?!?!?!!!!!!
or where has our hockey team gone?

Okay, so normally when a team has home ice advantage, it's an ADVANTAGE. The home team skates to victory under a blanket of undying love and support from its boisterous fans who have effectively rattled the opponent, hence the aforementioned advantage.

Normally.

This go-round... not so much.

The Pens squandered a 3-0 lead after the first period, loosing in overtime in game one of the playoffs, and then proceeded to do the EXACT SAME THING in game two, losing by a score of 8-5.

F*^$%&$@^&$*+@#%"&#+@!!!!!

Don't let the 3 point gap fool you. Last night's game was a close, hard-fought battle. Simply put, our defense wasn't as sharp as the Flyers.

PUFFT! PUFFT!! (that's me spitting at the ground in disgust, in case you couldn't figure out my lame attempt at sound effects. pufft!)

These were two of the best matches ever contested, fast play, brilliant saves, high intensity... and the completely wrong outcome.

Oh, the pain.

Now we're down two heading to Philly. Not the position The Pens (or anyone) expected to be in. Blerg.

At least there was this all-about-awesome, board-breaking hip check heard around the arena from James Neal.



BOOM! That's some fun shit right there.

It's not impossible to come back from a 2-0 series deficit, as long as they keep their heads in the game. They have to want it more. Pure and simple.

Time to get hungry, boys.