Relief spreads rapidly across the landscape at the arrival of April, igniting fresh and widespread satisfaction that we are, at the end of another viciously dreary, soul-mangling Pittsburgh winter, about to behold the tangible reward of our seemingly interminable longing.
Lobsterfest? Well, sure, but I am talking about the National Hockey League playoffs.
They don’t start for another 10 days, but I can’t stand it anymore. I’m openly speculating about the fate of the two-time defending Stanley Cup Champion Pittsburgh Penguins because, again — it’s April! — which means we are very close to formally eliminating (after only six months) the 15 unworthy teams who’ll just have to get out the way of the Sweaty Sixteen that comprise the postseason drama that rolls on until school is out.