It's been an empty well for upwards of a month, boys and girls with no fights and only scrums to whet my appetite. Thankfully, we're back in the business of the NHL, where dropping the mitts is not only allowed, but, if you ask me, encouraged. So, it's the first game back, what should we do? The Offspring, if you would be so kind:
And boy did the boys did do just that. Personally, I thought they Crosby shoulda came out swinging at the jokes at the Igloo who booed him during the pregame Olympic Introductions:
Cappy is not amused. It really showed on the ice I think, dude was getting in people's faces and I'm pretty sure this happened on the very first shift of the game:
Cappy Smash! Really, I think this is my favorite thing about Sid Crosby. He's a total dick on the ice and judging by what happened later in the game, I'd go so far as to call him a Superstar Pest. There's no photographic evidence of it, so you'll just have to dig on this sweet exposition: Craig Rivet and Crosby started some business in the corner and the whistle blew. Crosby, like a straight pimp, whacks Rivet's stick as he skates by, most likely combining that with some sort of combination of the words: mother, fucked, backseat, Volkswagen, and moves off to the bench. Rivet, in a fit of rage tries to get out Bing only to have Chris Kunitz and Bill Guerin get right in his face ready to fight him. Fucking classic, I personally was laughing my ass off. Crosby pulling an Esa Tikkanen there, genius.
There were, however, moments that you remember from this game. Mike Rupp is leading the charge as the team's enforcer with my main man, Eric Godard, still getting his groin nursed back to health with the finest of massages and grapes fed by awesome servant girls. Because...you know...Godard is some sort of badass Roman Gladiator...I mean, I'd put my money on him over Russel Crowe.
Anyway, where was I? Right, Mike Rupp. Mike Rupp hasn't been burying it like he's Pavel Bure like he was earlier in this season, but he has still been contributing. I mean, just ask Paul Gaustad:
At the end of this fight, Gaustad comes out with his hand hurting, most likely from the one punch he threw or bracing himself when he fell to the ice. I feel kind of bad about that, to get such a beating and hurt your hand on top of that, certainly not a way you want to end a game, but, them's the breaks. And, after some of the hits delivered earlier in that game, Tim Kennedy's cheap shot on Max Talbot, boarding him when Talbot was on his knees, Gaustad's hit on Brooks Orpik earlier in the game, and Gaustad running the net before the fight, I'm not that broken up about it.
With Rupp dropping fists like this, it doesn't seem to matter that Godard is missing from the lineup, I hope Rupper keeps it up. If not, I'm sure Fuck yeah! Craig Adams has no problem dropping the gloves now and then. Hopefully Talbot gets in on the act as well and we can have the Shiner Line all over again. Still, I miss me some Eric Godard. With the way the wind is blowing this season, Georges Laraque basically getting benched and Donald Brashear and Riley Cote getting waived by the Flyers and the Rangers it seems men like Eric Godard are going the way of the dinosaur. Though, New York did acquire Jody Shelley basically right after they got rid of Brashear and the Flyers are still, in fact, the Flyers. Still, with the Pens up against the cap, it is something to worry about. Ray Shero, don't you do it. Honestly, I don't think he will. Godard is loved in the locker room, knows his role, never complains about ice time, does everything he needs to. Stick around, Godard, there are amazing suits to be had.
The trade deadline comes in about ten minutes and I'm pleased with the moves Shero has made already. Jordan Leopold is a scrappy, lunch pail, defenseman. Nothing much more needs to be said about him, he'll contribute but, as has been said already by tPB, "he'll be invisible, but in a good way." Alexei Ponikarovsky surprisingly has fought before (granted he got beat, but just being willing to drop the gloves is worth it) and dude is big as I don't even know. When you're only three inches shorter than Hal Gill, you're a big fucking dude. I think the Ukraine Train is going to fit in well for the Pens. He's got grit, he goes into the corners, and he goes to the net. Him on the PP is going to be sex, bank.
Welcome to the Burgh, boys: