When it comes to our Penguins, I confess to being a bit of a pie-in-the-sky pollyanna. There’s just something in my nature that likes to be hopeful. Heck, I even have hopes that our woebegone cellar-dwelling Buccos are going to have another window of respectability in the not-too-distant future. How’s that for wearing black-and-gold tinted glasses?
I thought our Pens were making strides and coming together as a team during our 15-3-3 run. They were playing with more structure, eschewing their favored run-and-gun style for a more disciplined approach.
Then…WHAM. Over the past two games, we’ve completely gone off the rails.