Sunday morning pop quiz: if someone happens to be moaning like a schoolgirl that Sidney Crosby, for instance, is a whiner, what exactly does that make whinee?
Granted, that is not a grammatically correct term - heck, it isn't even a word - but stick with me. It's for effect only.
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Heeeeeeeeee's baaaaaaaaaaaack.
OK, so it was a cheap imitation of an overused, probably trademarked, catch phrase from Poltergeist, but it took the Pittsburgh Penguins about two-and-a-half hours after Sidney Crosby decided he was good to go before those dirty birds found themselves on the top perch in the East, gazing down at 14 others.
You can almost hear the stifled whimpers coming from the office of Gary Bettman.
If you think the Pittsburgh Penguins were devastated by the news that the Sidney Crosby injury will leave him hobbling around for a couple of months, think of how ol' Gary is taking the news.
You can't replace Sidney Crosby.
Make no mistake. There is no substituting the best player on the planet.
But the Pittsburgh Penguins have to find a way to replace even a fraction of Crosby's scoring. It's time for Ray Shero to go tire-kickin'.
If you are looking for the definition of overkill, you saw it these past few days during Sidney Crosby's visit to western Canada.
Someone, anyone, pass me a Tylenol. Or 12.
That delinquent mom Britney has nothing on Sid the Kid when it comes to hyperbole and excessive coverage.
