No photo tonight, as none could adequately express the ridiculousness of giving up the goal that effectively ends your chance at the Stanley Cup while running around in your own end and failing to clear the puck out despite ample chance to do so, leading to Jiri Hudler's weak over-the-shoulder tally that broke the Penguins' back. And you can't even say the ensuing suffocation of Detroit's preventative trap made that second goal hold up; that 5-on-3 should have led to a goal, and when it expired, the carriage turned back into a pumpkin.
On a positive note-- the only single positive note-- the goal Hossa scored to put the home team on the board replaces Johan Franzen's goal in game three as the prettiest one in the series. He sold everyone in the building that he was going to go wraparound, but then at the last moment broke his wrist over and shoved the wrist shot past Osgood. I'll miss those great hands next year when he's playing for the Rangers or the Habs.
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