I confess, I was all set to write our obituary, not only for the game but the season as well, following a somnambulant start that gave new meaning to the term “sloth like.” I’d seen enough to know I’d seen enough. But somehow our Pens found it in themselves to flip the script and stage a furious third-period rally to earn a point. A point that kept our flickering playoff hopes dangling by the proverbial thread.
If ever a game had T-R-A-P written all over it in big, block letters, this one did. And I’m not referring to Ottawa interim coach Jacques Martin’s favored style.