NEWARK, N.J. -- Nope, Sidney Crosby didn't score. He's still stuck at 499 goals.
And if I'm being real, not much of significance, special or otherwise, would appear to have occurred in the Penguins' 4-2 flat-liner of a final over the Devils on this Super Bowl Sunday, when all else in sports comes a distant second, and here at the Prudential Center, amid the woeful, wintry backdrop of what's already one of our country's most decayed, depressing urban centers.
That might come across as a cheap shot. It's not.