Nobody's perfect

but Ty Conklin has pretty goddamn close lately.

If you guys ever wonder exactly what qualifies me to write for a hockey blog, here's all you need to know.

Of course, the likelihood is that Conklin got a whiff of all the crap we've been slinging at him since we hung up our shingle here, and he just got sick of it. I believe AHF was fuel for the fire in the belly that had been lacking for so long...and when Fleury went down, and Sabourin, well, played like Sabourin, Conklin finally got the chance he had been waiting for to make us (read: me) eat our (my) words.

Pittsburgh fans, I just have one thing to say.

You're welcome.