Seven games later, and I've got a whole lot more respect for Sidney Crosby than I did two weeks ago.
I still don't particularly care for him; there's certainly no man crush. But dude can play. He's obviously learned a thing or two from living with Mario Lemieux.
Hey, there's nothing wrong with living in someone's basement.
And, while I hate to whine, it's really not fair that the Penguins have both Crosby and Evgeni Malkin. Bastards.
One-nothing: Crosby. Here's hoping they meet again.
