Game 7 could not have played out any better for the NHL; a close game that came down to the wire between two excellent teams. But I will not lie to you that I am ecstatic that the Penguins came out on top after a wild run to beat the Detroit Red Wings and FINISH what they could not complete last year.

Talbot was the hero for the Penguins in game 7 scoring both goals for the Penguins but Marc-Andre Fleury has got to be the MVP of the entire series because despite some soft goals and missteps he stood tall when need be.

I’m too excited right now and still on an adrenaline rush to much more than to say it sounds so right to say.

STANLEY CUP CHAMPIONS PITTSBURGH PENGUINS!

WOOOOOOOOOO!

This is it. We are down to Game 7 and it is for all the marbles. On Friday night the Penguins will march into Mordor … I mean Detroit and attempt to defeat Sauron … I mean the Red Wings.

For the Penguins this will be uncharted territory. This team has not had to endure the pressure of a single game to crown the NHL champion having lost last year in six to Detroit where there were no last minute heroics to be had. This year it was Detroit who could not find the net as game six wound down.

Forget pressure. Both teams are under it. Detroit needs the Cup to show that they still have what it takes to be champions and prove wrong those that say they are too old. Pittsburgh needs the Cup to prove that they are not doomed to be the bridesmaid and never the bride. Plus getting back to the finals three years in a row for the Penguins is a bet I will not even make.

Forget age versus youth. Sure the Red Wings are older but older warriors are wiser. Pittsburgh is younger for sure but so far the speed of their youthful legs has been pretty much held in check.

Goaltending? Both Fleury and Osgood have proven to be mortal at times and both have been spectacular at others. But I will give this obvious conclusion … which ever plays better in Game 7 wins.

Big names and big guns? So far this series has belonged more to the role players than that stars who have consistently canceled each other out.

Matchups? So far it is has been a series of picking your poison on both sides of the ice. Put Zetterberg out there against Crosby and you negate Crosby but also Zetterberg as Crosby has fallen into the counter role of his constant shadow.

Trends of history? Who cares! Sure the Penguins have been unbeatable in Game 7s but those players are for the most part long gone from this roster except those that played in the Washington series this year. Sure Detroit has been pretty much invincible on home ice but the Penguins have shown that they can win there in both the regular season and the playoffs … just not this postseason so far. They are either due or just incapable of doing it.

So considering all this I tried to think about what I would say to the Penguins team if I were coach Bylsma prior to game seven. What follows are my extemporaneous remarks written without edit as if I were speaking to the team and continuing with the Lord of the Rings theme I opened with …

The Lord of the Rings is a heroic tale of men, and hobbits, who had to go to war for their very survival and they found out a lot about themselves as they fought each battle. They learned that even when they thought that they had nothing left to give there was more that they could bring forth to fight the next battle. Along the way they suffered losses and felt the sting of defeat. But they also experienced great victories as well.

We have done the same. We have taken to the field of battle and both lost and won along the way. We are beaten and bloodied. Our bodies ache. But there is one last battle that must be fought before this is over and that battle will determine who is the hero and who is the villain. Everything up until this point is meaningless.

One game to rule them all … that is what this season has come down to. It probably never should have come to this considering Detroit stormed out to another 2-0 series lead this year on us. But while the first three games played out with the same results as last year, the last three games have each seen a different winner from the previous season proving that nothing is certain. The future is not written nor is it based on the past. There was no Game 7 last year so everything from here on out is all brand new and all bets are off.

One game to find yourself … to find yourselves as either champions or as nothing but a footnote that is to be surely forgotten except to be cursed in the sports bar by disgruntled Pittsburghers or mocked by joyous Red Wings fans. Well Sid, how badly do you NOT want to be in that photograph of the losers again as Detroit parades around with the Cup in triumph? The time to decide is at hand. The time to find yourself and rise to the occasion is now. There is no tomorrow.

One game to bring it … and bring it while leaving nothing on the ice and no doubt at all. When this game ends the looser goes home empty handed with only the hope that they could potentially return to this precipice again next year and a trinket of a trophy from the Conference Championship to show for their efforts. The time is now for the future contains no guarantees. If you want the Cup you must win tonight and never think about future opportunities that may never arise to claim it.

Are you frightened Sid? How about you Geno? Marc-Andre? Jordan? I do not believe that you are nearly frightened enough! It is time to pledge to each your life (or death) to protect one another and stand as one. It is time to draw a line that Detroit will not be allowed to cross. It is time to pledge your stick, your mind and every inch of your body to this task at hand. It is time to proclaim to your foes facing you that if they want the prize before you both that they must claim it from you for it is in your hands which victory rests! Do not allow them to take it without a fight! They tell you that there can be no victory. But there is always hope.

When Frodo took the One Ring to Mordor he did so believing that he would not come back alive. But he did what he needed to do. He was willing to sacrifice everything for his friends and strangers who were counting on him. And in the end he found out that death was not so certain after all although pain certainly was.

The gates of Mordor are opened and are challenging each of you to dare to enter and face down your nemesis; to face a foe that is menacing and wields unimaginable power. You must not fear pain. For you will feel pain. You must not fear death. For you must expect that you will surely feel as if you are dying as you expend every last ounce of energy over the course of this final and deciding game no matter how long it takes be it sixty minutes or six hundred. You must face death without fear in order to cast your demons into the fire and destroy them. To defeat the Red Wings you must know this and be willing to make every sacrifice that is required of you.

Then and maybe, just maybe, you will survive and be heroes.

The time is chosen and it is at hand. The field of final battle is chosen and you are about to go forth up on it. We are in enemy territory from this moment on. If it moves, has the puck and wears a red sweater you will hit it. If the puck is headed towards your own net you will block it. If the puck is loose you will race for it. If you are in the offensive zone with the puck on your own stick, you will shoot it. If you are in a scrum for the puck in front of their goalie you will bury it.

Why? Because you are not just penguins, but Pittsburgh Penguins – the only one of the species that can soar to the greatest of heights.

Say what you want, and having myself read the commentary out of the Detroit papers and Red Wings blogs do vehemently disagree, the Red Wings appear to be out of gas. That does not mean that at some point they will not make a pit stop and refuel. But for now the defending Stanley Cup Champions look tired and defeated.

I sit in D7, four sections up and to the left side of the Pens bench if you are looking at it from the ice. Even from my perch I could see Detroit’s players gasping for air and slumped on the visitor’s bench as the game wore on. When his Sidness teamed up with MVP (Geno Malkin) to put the Penguins ahead 3-2 you could see it from the International Space Station if that damnable roof on the Mellon Arena still opened. Any time you can see the full numbers on the back of a player’s sweater you know they are leaning forward looking for something that they might not have.

Here is the scary thing though. Datsyuk is still not playing. Is he ready? If he is, he is well rested. My sources say he was ready, but only about 80%, for Game 4. This is why the Detroit coaching staff was not quite ready to play him. So he sat. The Wings lost. Now, with Game 5 looming what happens? Does a ready and well rested Datsyuk play and add fresh legs to spark the team out of the Motor City? Does a hobbled Datsyuk get thrown in to the fray by a Detroit team looking for anything at all? And if so does will he be a non-factor or a hindrance? Or will he sit again, still not ready for the ice?

Here’s another scary thing. Detroit played well in the first period at times dominating the play. They also scored quickly in the second to take a lead. But this is the second game in a row where around the halfway point of the second period the Red Wings looked obviously tired. Still, if they can keep getting the lead on the Penguins, is Osgood able to steal a game the Pens should by all rights win?

And yet another scary thing. Sure, the series is now a best of three but it is a best of three with two in Detroit and those darn boards that can score on visiting goalies by themselves without much help. Ask Marc-Andre Fleury about that.

And how about this for just one more scary thing? If the Penguins cannot pull out a win on Saturday night at the Joe, they will be down 3-2 and facing elimination, again, in Game 6 on home ice giving Detroit another chance to hoist the cup in front of really depressed Penguins fans.

Come Saturday night, the Penguins need to dig down deep, find that extra gear, put some extra gas in their own tanks and crash, bang and boom the Red Wings all over the ice; all while staying out of the box. Fleury will need to play a near flawless game to beat Detroit on their home ice and in their own barn.

Do that, and they will have a chance to do something Pittsburgh fans have never seen done – have the home team hoist the Stanley Cup on Igloo ice.

There are moments in every game and every series. And then there are moments. Last night in Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Finals, and the Penguins trying desperately to not fall behind 3-1 to the Red Wings for a second year in a row, contained one of those moments.

With the Penguins reeling after giving up two goals in a little over two minutes, one at the end of the first and one at the start of the second period to find themselves trailing 2-1, it was Jordan Staal (3) that ignited the crowd. Or maybe, and more correctly, it was Max Talbot who started it. After back to back penalties, the Penguins on their heals and short handed for an extended period, Talbot found the puck on his stick and pushed it ahead to Staal who put his head down and set his sights on Chris Osgood. When the puck left his stick, the shot was not a particularly great one. In fact it was more pushed than actually shot.

But it went in behind Osgood, who yes, is indeed mortal, and the Igloo erupted. Not just the fans, but the Penguins as well who stormed up and down the ice for two more goals with the help of Crosby (15) who was fed by Malkin and Mr. Kennedy (4) who was fed by Cosby. All three goals happened in just 5:37 of play. And it could have been worse. Malkin had to rush a shot on a breakaway in the closing seconds of the period because of the clock and Osgood flashed his leather to keep the score from being worse.

Fleury, once again, allowed a couple marginal goals on 39 shots but held firm when it matter most as the Penguins defense allowed more shots than you would like to see. Granted 39 is a lot, but many of them were not serious chances as the Penguins did a good job limiting legitimate chances. But any shot on goal always has a chance. The Penguins will have to work on this problem before game five in Detroit on Saturday where they have a chance to go up on the Red Wings 3-2. Of course they also have a chance to go down 3-2 as well.

We’re down to a best of 3 series now and the Penguins must win in Detroit at some point to win the series. Doing so Saturday night would certainly help their chances of making it to the prom with that most pickiest of dates in one Lord Stanley.

Here we are, just a short time faceoff in Game 4 of the Eastern Conference Finals and the Hurricanes are Dead Men Skating. They hope to get a reprieve from the governor at the 11th hour on an appeal for a little more life.

Whether or not such will be the case remains to be seen.

As a Penguins fan I have mixed feelings about this series so far. On one hand I love the fact that the Penguins are up 3-0 and have turned Cam Ward into Swiss cheese and made Carolina fans really and honestly consider if the empty net is not a better option considering that it has only allowed 2 goals so far compared to Ward’s 14. On the other hand the series, while each game has had bouts of excitement beyond seeing how many goals Evgeni and His Sidness can score, they have been pretty lopsided and boring. Then there is the problem that I really don’t want to spend another $200 on tickets to watch another shooting gallery win if the Penguins slump tonight and send this game into a Friday night showdown in Pittsburgh. I would rather save that money for the Stanley Cup Final tickets sitting in my little binder on the kitchen counter. But I can always sell my Game 5 tickets I suppose.

So here are tonight’s BIG questions to be answered:

1) Will Cam Ward plug all those holes the Penguins have been finding in his pads?
2) Will Sidney Crosby be the victim of a tragic hit and run by some crazed Carolina fan screaming, “Go Canes!”?
3) Will it finally be revealed that under Malkin’s apparent human looking exterior really lies a cybernetic exoskeleton?
4) Will Jordan get to give his older brother Erik a noogie while in the hand shake line?
5) Is anyone foolish enough to take the “under” for tonight’s game on goals scored?
6) On that same subject, what exactly is the over/under for tonight’s game? 15?
7) How many Carolina fans have sold their tickets to Penguins fans and how many black or baby blue jerseys will be in the stands?
Will Bill Cower show up with his horn again?
9) Will we really have to wait over a week for the Finals to start pending the outcome of this series and the Detroit series? (note: the league has already hinted that it is moving up the start date of the finals to this weekend if both Pittsburgh and Detroit end it in their next games)
10) Exactly how many times will the Staal’s sod farm be referenced during the game?

Yesterday Chicago not only looked defeated, but played like a defeated hockey club racking up senseless penalties and allowing Detroit to pretty much have their way with them up and down the ice. All in all the Hawks took 16 penalties including three game misconducts as they self-destructed in front of the home crowd.

Now with the Redwings up 3-1 in the series and Pittsburgh up 3-0 over Carolina, both teams look to be on the verge of a rematch. When was the last time that happened? I think it was 76-77 and 77-78 when the Canadiens beat the Bruins in consecutive years.

However comebacks do happen. Although from what I saw out of Chicago, it would be more than a miracle for them to rise up and win the series which would spoil a rematch. More likely, yet still improbable, is for Carolina to find itself and beat the Penguins. But the odds favor another show down between Detriot and Pittsburgh.