Four short weeks ago, the Capitals barged into PPG Paints Arena and destroyed a Penguins team utterly demoralized by the trade of beloved teammate Jake Guentzel. The 6-0 embarrassment was arguably the lowest point of a season packed with low points.
Last night our guys returned the favor, beating the Caps in thoroughly convincing fashion by a 4-1 count at Capital One Arena. Our third win in a row and fifth in our last six games. A streak that’s reinserted us into the thick of the playoff chase.
Who’da thunk it?
Certainly not I.
As far back as that ill-fated clash with the Caps on March 7 and actually well before that, I thought we were toast. In my mind, we had absolutely no chance of making the playoffs, an opinion I wasn’t shy about sharing. I mean, we couldn’t piece together a solid 60 minutes of hockey let alone stack wins or go on any type of hot streak.
Truly, I thought our dreadful el foldo against the Avs a fortnight ago would prove to be our death knell. Instead, it’s served as a spring board for our 11th-hour revival.
