It's almost obscene how spoiled we've become with extraterrestrial-level hockey in our city. Anyone at Consol Energy Center on Sunday who was disappointed by the delayed return of the best player in the world had to settle instead for watching, you know, the best player in the world. But only after walking past a shiny new statue of the best player who ever lived.

Refunds, anyone?

And that's to say nothing of the main attraction on this matinee, the Penguins' 5-2 demolition of the defending Stanley Cup champion Boston Bruins, yet another sign that there shouldn't be many challengers to the local club later this spring.

These Penguins really are that good, that deep, that skilled, that tough and that together. They've won nine in a row and, remarkable as it sounds, they're about to get that much better with the imminent return of Sidney Crosby.