Red Wings, prepare to get SERVED.

Today smells like war.

The series is on the line -- Penguins down by 2 to the ginger cult of the Red Wings.  I think one of the Wings' most frightening tactics is the fact their fans have this strange sort of seafood fetish.  Come on, who carries a fucking octopus around in your trousers until the start of the 3rd?  Well, it is Detroit.  Shrug.

Word on the street is that both Datsuyk and Draper will be back on the ice for the Wings tonight (as will Lidstrom, who has been playing and has seemed to make a full recovery from his rather hilarious inury).  I wonder how Henrik Zetterberg is feeling, after getting his skull smashed in by Geno Malkin the other night.  Mama must have cooked up that borscht extra strong.

Sidney Crosby has been looking strangely flat on the ice, but we here at Pens Broads expect him to make a complete recovery and will expect many sweaty, shirtless locker room interviews from not only him, but Geno and, of course, Kris Letang: the Sex Hair himself, the Letangabana Boy, or as Amanda likes to call him, the cause of Instant Mayo Panties.

I mean, come on.  The Pens got tha skillz to pay da billz.  You don't see Chris Osgood scoring hot hot action like this, do you?

And now, on that sloppy, borscht-flavored note, I bid you farewell until tonight.  Raise your Ahrn high, boys and girls, because IT'S A HOCKEY NIGHT IN PITTSBURGH!

Oh, and I almost forgot: