(and the game. and the fans.)
There’s more than enough nostalgia to go around this week, and especially this evening, as the Pens play their last-ever regular season home game at Mellon the Civic Arena. So I’ll spare you — at least for now — a post about my favorite games or moments or memories from the old barn and, here on the cusp of what we hope is another long playoff run and a whole new crop of remembrance to go along with it, offer instead a post from two years ago, after the Pens had taken a 2-0 lead against the Rangers in the second round.
They’d won their first playoff series in seven years, were getting on a roll that would carry them all the way to their first Stanley Cup Finals appearance in sixteen years, and were still four months away from breaking ground on their first new home in thirty-three years. That’s the context, anyway. And it’s good for you to have it. But it’s not nearly as important as the tone or the mood or the great, collective uplift that moments like these have long given, and will still long give, no matter where they occur, to hockey fans in Pittsburgh