I’ve probably made clear by now that I do not have faith in this New York Islanders team as currently constructed, and an unlikely and elusive wild card spot would be just a ticket for first-round disappointment (although if it gets the owners some needed playoff revenue, that’s fine, I guess?).
That said, I don’t think it’s my role to discourage enjoyment of this team, and last night provided a very specific type of joy: Delicious, third-period comeback, extraction of Penguins tears. For the second time in four days, no less.
To see the Islanders (and Ilya Sorokin, most of all) absolutely torture the Penguins and their followers with another third-period theft of a regulation win was the kind of delight we tune in for even when much else seems lost.