We got that BOOM BOOM POW.

Spit shine your shoes, Mabel!  Pens victorious, 4 - 2 over the Creepy Child-Touchers...I mean, Red Wings.

Unfortunately, due to that pesky little thing known as responsibility and having to hold a job down, I missed the first period-and-a-half.  But thanks to the wonders of t3h intarwebz, I was able to catch up on what I missed to entertain all of yinz for this morning.

Kris Letang scored in the first, bringing the Pens up 1 - 0, but the Child Touchers' Johan Franzen brought it right back with a PP goal, tying the game at 1.  He then went home to masturbate while watching Sesame Street, because that's the kind of terrible, horrible man that he is.  Kris Letang, conversely, saved kittens from a train wreck then donated eleventybillion dollars to starving orphans in Africa, because that's the kind of sex-hairy, wonderfultastic man he is.  Mad Max Talbot blasted one past Chris Osgood as well...Babcock furiously began calling every Giant Eagle in the immediate area, hoping to score a box of jelly donuts to console his lil' puddin'.

The second went scoreless.  We pummeled them mercilessly.

And, being good Pens fans (as am I), we know you watched the 3rd.  Empty Net goals.  No trouser-cradled seafood on the ice.  'Twas a thing of beauty.  I'm pretty sure Henrik Zetterberg is still checking his closet for Geno at night...Helm is most likely searching for Detroit-area physical therapists...all in all, it was an amazing evening.  Our boys came out on top.  

The only ones in Pittsburgh who are fearing for their lives at this point are the jelly donuts.  Betcha any money Osgood is cruisin' in his child-toucher van, trying to score some sweet raspberry-filled donut delights.  

Is it Thursday yet?  I needs me some more brutal hockey smackdowns.

This is not the team that played, and lost, the first two games of this series.  This team was on fire, this team owned the ice.  I like this team.  This team can stay.  BTdubs, Red Wings, former steelworkers can kick way more ass than former autoworkers.

One final thought for the day:  You can't spell "Asshole" without "Hossa."