From Hot Start To Hot Mess

As if us black and gold backers didn't have enough misery on our plates already this week, as we wait to see either the San Francisco 49ers hoisting Lombardi #6 or to witness Reverend Ray Lewis, deer antler balm and all, crying and hugging, and just basically making us all sick.  Now we get to swallow another spoonful of sourness as our flightless birds lose again, dropping their record to 3-3 at the 1/8 mark of the shortened season.

A week ago finding the financial plan for keeping the remaining two-thirds of the once legendary Crosby-Malkin-Staal Show intact beyond next season was the primary concern amongst the patrons of Penguin Nation.  Now, it's not even on the radar.  Convincing the most offensively gifted team in hockey that one goal a night ain't getting it done would be my top priority if I stood behind that All Star laden and well paid bench. 

Perhaps six games is a bit early to pass out grades, but has anyone signed on expecting a Sid and Geno led team with a .500 record?  Maybe Disco Dan Bylsma has a few more dance steps in his repertoire, but given the urgency surrounding this team and this season, he had better do that hustle pretty darn quick.  Just ask Michel Therrien about his former boss's patience when it comes to underachievement...