like you needed us to tell you.
This win was the sort of win you just needed to soak in as you lounged about the house eating leftover turkey, laughing to yourself about the misfortunes of other, less talented hockey clubs.Yeah, we know that we let you marinate in it a little bit too long, but you try being stuck on a Philadelphia runway for three hours and then come talk to me about duties to those fortunate enough to be chilling in the City of Champions. Yinz can suck it.Let's just talk about this goal by goal.Only Pens goals.I think that provides enough material for, oh, a short novella.

neither rhyme nor reason
We remember when a game against the Islanders meant that we were playing the worst team in the League and therefore any difficulties could be chalked up to lack of effort, lack of finish, goaltending heroics, or some fluke perpetuated by the hockey gods.Fun fact: the Islanders aren't a completely awful team anymore. And seeing as we haven't been having a lot of our usual Atlantic Division shit-kicking lately, we probably should have been competitive, nasty, ready to take some division points and show them that we still mean business.But, no. It wasn't meant to be. Blame injuries or the early start time or team mentality, but whatevs. We lost thi

giving thanks
First of all, Happy Thanksgiving to all of you who are American, and just a happy regular day for those of you who aren't, from PH Staff et al. We send love your way.We at PH are thankful for:- our beautiful intern, Ann, without whom none of this would be possible, and we'd probably be dead in a ditch right now having our corpses ravaged by wild beasts- hockey in and of itself, without which we may have killed ourselves a long time ago- the subtler things in life, like Sidney Crosby receiving hard cross-ice passes with his fucking skates and fine cigars and Curry and all of that stuff- each and every one of you for bei

a real tough cookie with the long history
Oh, Thanksgiving. Turkey, stuffing, delicious pie. My father telling me I haven't lived up to expectations, my grandmother forgetting which kid I am. You know, the basics. I was watching the game while baking pumpkin cheesecake and there was a major crisis with my crust, so at some point graham cracker consumed my attention and I momentarily stopped wanting Carey to fail. It was just for a second though, I promise. My pre-game surfing led me to this:

answered prayers
Cal is a beautiful animal.No idea if there will be a recap tonight or not. Sorry, crisis mode still persists. We'll be out of the woods by the weekend. We'll smoke signal for snacks, vodka, and jerseys if we get cold.We could probably do with a copy of