Coming off what veteran USA Today hockey writer Kevin Allen labeled the strangest Stanley Cup final game he’d ever witnessed, the major non-catfish-related question going into Game 2 — besides whether Justin Bieber cursed the Penguins, of course — was this: How much would carry over?
Could it possibly look anything like that again?
Yes and no, as it turned out — but this much remained very much the same: While the Nashville Predators need many chances to score, the Penguins need only one. Their firepower is downright scary, and they flashed it like rarely before early in the third period, scoring three times in 3 minutes, 18 seconds to tear open a 1-1 game and send the PPG Paints Arena crowd into a state of delirium.