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As the Penguins round the quarter pole of the 2013-14 season, I thought it might be an appropriate time to…

There was a time in the not-too-distant past when Pittsburgh Penguins opponents hated visiting the Steel City. Not only would…

… the Penguins remind me an awful lot of last season’s Stanley Cup winners, the Chicago Blackhawks. They’re playing with…

When the Penguins and Flyers resume the Commonwealth Cold War in Philadelphia on Thursday night, it’ll be the definitive case…

For my fourth and final installment on the toughest Penguins ever, I’ve listed the guys I’d most want to have…

The Penguins have employed their share of pests—the thorn-in-the-side guys who make a living out of irritating the opposition. Here…

The Dirty (Half) Dozen features the Penguins players who were most likely to stray over the boundaries of fair and…

A while back I noticed that Seth Rorabaugh of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette had asked the readers of his blog to…

Keeger on Penguins Playoff Update: Is Something Wrong with Sid?: “Yeah his knee needs proper healing. Ah well.”
Rick Buker on Game 3 Post Mortem: Flyers 5, Penguins 2: “Hey Mike, Excellent point about being (way) overly perimeter focused. And it’s not just on the power-play. In the last…”
Rick Buker on Penguins Playoff Update: Is Something Wrong with Sid?: “Hey Other Rick, With all due respect, I’m going to disagree a bit with your take. The reason the Flyers…”
the Other Rick on Game 3 Post Mortem: Flyers 5, Penguins 2: “Rick, The problem starts with expectation. Expectations magnify when individuals over-estimate. When expectations aren’t being met, frustration grows and eventually…”
Mike on Game 3 Post Mortem: Flyers 5, Penguins 2: “Rick In my view, the power play is becoming overly perimeter-focused. We’re spending too much time moving the puck around…”
the Other Rick on Penguins Playoff Update: Is Something Wrong with Sid?: “Rick, Father time is an undefeated foe. Eventually, everyone falls victim to the pain of his fists. Someday, Sid and…”