Column: Penguins breathe fire right back

Pittsburgh Penguins v Winnipeg Jets

Rick Tocchet and Mike Johnston argue the referees’ call on a hit by Winnipeg’s Dustin Byfuglien. — GETTY IMAGES

BY DEJAN KOVACEVIC

WINNIPEG, Manitoba — There’s something about the hockey soul that savors, that celebrates what the men inside the sport simply call “a good hockey game.”

When they cite the phrase, they do it with spirit.

They do it with respect.

They do it with … I guess you could call it reverence.

Who won and who lost, in the most genuine way imaginable, becomes secondary.

“That game had its own unique personality,” Paul Maurice, the Jets’ coach, was saying late Thursday night at MTS Centre. “Skating, speed, scoring, goaltending, heavy hits, lots of chirping on the benches … it was a good battle … fun to be a part of.”

He then slightly smiled.

“I just liked that game.”

And this was the guy whose team lost, 4-3 by shootout, to the Penguins.

“That was one well-played hockey game,” Mike Johnston was saying in a near-echo down the hall. “If you look at it from an entertainment point of view, it had everything. It had physical play, it had speed, it had scoring chances, it had big saves, it had special teams with both teams doing well on the penalty-kill. … I give Winnipeg a lot of credit. They came at us.”

And this was the guy whose team won preferring to talk about the competition as a whole.

I turned to Bill Guerin seeking a more Pittsburgh-specific perspective.

“It was a good hockey game,” he came right back.

Right, I persisted, but the Penguins stood tall against an aggressive opponent that had a 6-1-1 run at least comparable to their current six-game winning streak.

“Either team could have won,” Guerin interjected again. “It was a good hockey game.”

The players were no different.

Marc-Andre Fleury, he of 34 saves, several of them superlative: “Really good hockey game.”

Brandon Sutter, he of a goal and two assists: “Fun hockey game. Everything about it. Great, loud crowd. The tempo, the tough stuff. I don’t think there’s a person in this building who could have left here tonight disappointed.”

Evander Kane from Winnipeg, he of the Gordie Howe hat trick: “Really enjoyable hockey game. A lot of fun. A night like that is why you love playing the game.”

OK. It was, indeed, a good hockey game:

Wait, never mind. It was a great hockey game. At least in the context of a November meeting between franchises that are geographically, historically and in the conference alignments, solar systems apart. Or, as Sidney Crosby observed, “That was pretty emotional for a game between two teams that don’t face each other much.”

Well, wonderful, I say.

Not just for this game, the NHL and those fortunate enough to see it. But yes, for the Penguins.

They’ve beaten better teams than the Jets, who have been impressive of late but definitely don’t share a penthouse view with the likes of the Kings, Ducks or Wild, maybe not even the Predators, Devils or Islanders. They’ve outscored opponents, and they’ve shut down opponents. They’ve won systematically, and they’ve won on sheer skill. But the one challenge they hadn’t met until this was standing up to a purposeful plan to rattle them.

Make no mistake, that’s precisely what happened here.

There were whispers as early as Thursday morning in the home locker room that Maurice had seen enough video of the Penguins getting the soft treatment — their 4-1 victory Tuesday in Minnesota barely involved human contact — and aimed to have his players alter that. Their top-shelf guys were no exception: Kane dropped the gloves with Simon Despres, and then dropped Despres. Blake Wheeler fought Robert Bortuzzo. Dustin Byfuglien cheap-shotted Steve Downie after Downie’s second-period goal and laughably was assessed a minor penalty — Dale Hunter once famously got 20 games for the same act against Pierre Turgeon — but it still set an even snarlier tone.

The Jets don’t carry a lot of goonery baggage, but this was what Maurice wanted on this night.

“We played hard,” Maurice said, with another slight smile.

Add to that the NHL’s loudest crowd and a Winnipeg Sun headline that morning blaring “Are They For Real?” and the Jets had all kinds of abnormal November motivation.

“We didn’t want to be complacent with what we’ve done lately,” Kane said. “We know who Pittsburgh is, and we wanted to prove we could play with the best of the best.”

If the Penguins had a counter-mission, then, it was to prove to themselves that they could withstand this sort of assault, whether it comes from the Jets, the Flyers or the Charlestown Chiefs.

To a man, they insisted, emphatically, that they did.

“Look at the way guys stood up, everywhere,” Fleury said. “We knew right away what kind of game it was going to be, but our guys were pushing right back, fighting, whatever it took.”

I asked Crosby, Sutter and Johnston if that might serve the team well down the road:

The third line of Sutter, Downie and Nick Spaling again lifted the load, and other supporting cast members such as Craig Adams, Rob Scuderi, Blake Comeau and Despres rose up, as well. So did Fleury.

Good for all of them. No, great for all of them, for they represented Pittsburgh’s primary contribution to the great hockey game.

Call me greedy, but I find myself watching games like this and waiting for Crosby and/or Malkin to make the difference. Not a difference, but the difference. I find myself recalling punishing games from the past in which one or both went all but missing from the second intermission and beyond. That would be far too harsh an assessment on this night — neither had a point but each registered five shots, and each buried his shootout attempt behind Ondrej Pavelec — but it still just feels like a pivotal moment worth awaiting.

Put another way, we’ve seen this act before, including the one where Sutter is by far the best forward when the stakes are highest. There shouldn’t be a sequel.

That said …

“I liked this one,” Fleury was telling me as the locker room closed. “I liked it a lot.”

So did everyone.