jordan… holy shit dude
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jordan… holy shit dude
when everyone’s saying sum “the ruck’s won’t play with the big three” but you’re delusional so literally anything can be your reality
i love the penguins bc they have THE golden boy of hockey on their team yet refuse to let him get all the spotlight, even our FOURTH line gets praised regularly for their outputs—like this team is truly just a bunch of scrappy guys who run on the power of friendship
couldn’t fujo out over the easter game 8-7-1 record bc my dad was sitting right next to me, so i deeply appreciate army doing that for me on a live broadcast
people being mad at rusty for pulling pooter shartone’s hair like that’s not an objectively funny thing to do… my #goat
i had some intense superstitions when i played sports in high school and i really thought i would get to leave those behind when i graduated, but nooooo i just had to support the team with captain superstition himself. so now i’m not even allowed to watch the playoffs bc they do better when i don’t🙄🙄🙄🙄
sid GRINNING after missing that shot bc he knew geno was right behind him
My dad, an avid soccer fan (who probably hasn’t watched a hockey game since he had Lightning season tickets in the late 90s) with a work schedule too early to watch games 99% of the time, kept bringing up the Pens’ stats/reports in conversations after I revealed to him I enjoy watching hockey/the Pens. So yesterday, after a few weeks of this, I was like, “You don’t ever watch the games with me, how do you know that Sidney Crosby practiced with the team today?” And he said, “Oh, I favorited them on Bleacher Report so I would know what’s going on.”
To be loved is to be known.