I know, I can't believe it either -- I didn't post about Thursday night's embarrassment of a hockey game, which the Penguins lost.
There were beers involved, what can I say?
The highlight of the game, for me, came when I thought I saw a ghost on the ice. Then I saw it again.
A Viking in a sweater emblazoned with the big double ones, which caused me to drop my drippy chicken wing and grab Ed's sleeve in my grubby paw and bounce up and down on my barstool, squealing like a teenager at a Justin Bieber mallstop.
"Staal! Staal! Staal's dressed! They're playing Staal!"
I agree with Pensburgh, this will become the stuff of Pittsburgh hockey legend. See, Staal took a skate blade across the top of his foot last Friday, and had surgery that night to repair a SEVERED TENDON. And he played 6 nights later? Come ON. That's heavy metal.
And fucking sexy as hell.
Staal IS the Gronk.
The Pens bring a 2-2 series back to Pittsburgh tonight. I must go out and get some Guinness for this, and see if Roni wants to come over and watch. You're invited, too.
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