Looking Forward

Sidney Crosby didn’t play the game I got to see last weekend. Fans booed when it was announced he wasn’t playing; the only boos I understood the whole evening. I wanted Crosby to play, too.

Watching Malkin was special and fun. I’m grown now, but watching Malkin skate all over the ice and make magic, it takes me back to how I felt when Jagr was a kid.

Watching these kids for the rest of the year—even if losses do eventually pile up and inexperience/fatigue wield ugly heads—promises a fun future, one I’m eagerly awaiting.