A while back I promised myself I was going to go easy on Mike Sullivan. After all, I’ve been fairly critical of the Penguins’ head coach over the years.
Then our favorite hockey team comes out and basically flatlines for half a game last night en route to a well-deserved 6-3 drubbing at the hands of the Red Wings in the Motor City. Never mind the fact that we finally awoke from our slumber to stage a scorching third-period rally.
It’s like cramming for an exam. Twenty minutes of fury doesn’t make up for 40 minutes of nothing.