Column: Early feast for Penguins … at the net

Toronto Maple Leafs v Pittsburgh Penguins

Evgeni Malkin and Sidney Crosby congratulate Blake Comeau on his OT goal and hat trick Wednesday. — GETTY

DEJAN KOVACEVIC, DK ON PITTSBURGH SPORTS

It’s one thing for Mike Johnston to pop up this summer, seemingly out of nowhere, and preach that these Penguins needed to change their feathers and get pucks and bodies to the net.

It’s another thing for Patric Hornqvist to pop up, seemingly with a gift-bag of GPS devices in hand, to demonstrate how to actually do that.

It’s yet another thing to see his teammates, seemingly from the very first faceoff, follow suit.

But man, it’s quite another to hear an opposing goaltender sound downright annoyed by it.

I present to you, Jonathan Bernier, the downright annoyed goaltender of the Maple Leafs:

Understated but still sensational, right?

Those were your very own Pittsburgh Penguins he was describing. I was careful to preface the question precisely that way to avoid any confusion with, oh, the Poke-around-the-perimeter Penguins or the Pass-up-every-shot Penguins or the … you get it.

Penguins 4, Maple Leafs 3, overtime.

There has long been something strangely special about Thanksgiving Eve and hockey in our city, most likely because of the traditionally energetic crowds that fill the place with people back in the area visiting family and friends, but this stood out even in that context: Blake Comeau came through with a hat trick, including the OT slap shot at 2:53. Evgeni Malkin left a goal, two assists and vapor trails in his wake. Kris Letang had two assists in logging a game-high 27:18 of ice. Simon Despres registered five hits and had Toronto’s forwards skating the other direction by game’s end.

All of it, including Toronto’s own aggressive effort, made for a ton of fun.

“Good win. Really was,” Sidney Crosby said after shrugging off two blah periods to match Malkin stride for stride from that point. “Some of it was a little sloppy at times, but you’ve got to battle through those. We did.”

They battled, all right. And they did so in a space so confined that it all could have been captured with a fixed camera.

On Comeau’s opening strike, just 26 seconds in, both he and Malkin burst through Bernier’s crease. The finishing touch was a 10-foot backhander.

“Geno did all the work,” Comeau claimed, and he was being modest.

“There were two bodies there for our one,” Bernier said, and he was being accurate.

On Malkin’s goal, a bazooka from center point on the power play that might have taken Bernier’s arm with it had it not instead blistered the net, Letang smartly one-touched back to Malkin even though Crosby had set up for a chance of his own.

“We always look for the middle of the ice,” Letang said. “And when we’re there, we take the shot.”

Not always. Most of the time. But it’s certainly pleasant progress.

And I won’t even mention that Hornqvist screened Bernier because that should be assumed by now.

Comeau’s second goal followed a painful reminder of what happens when the Penguins don’t shoot. Chris Kunitz declined on a two-on-one, and Toronto countered to pull within one. Leo Komarov scored that one, then again two minutes later to tie, 2-2, midway through the second period.

Perhaps duly inspired, Kunitz’s next shift saw him pretty much just flick the puck from the left boards, and he was rewarded by Comeau’s deft tip under Bernier’s left arm.

Let’s pause right here to appreciate that, even amid Jim Rutherford’s golden-touch summer of trades and free-agent signings, Comeau and his eight goals still look especially sharp when it’s weighed that he just surpassed his goal total from the past two seasons — seven — in Columbus. He was a plugger there and everywhere he’s been after some early scoring success on Long Island. He was reliable, dependable and all those other terms one uses for a fourth-liner, but not at all productive offensively, never again topping five goals in a season. Here, he’s done some plugging, but he also was properly identified by Johnston as a winger who could help fill Pascal Dupuis‘ vacancy.

(Beau Bennett’s out, too, but that’s not so much a vacancy as it is status quo.)

“It was pretty evident, going way back to exhibition play, that he was playing with speed, with confidence, with poise on the puck,” Johnston said after this one. “And it just seems to keep going for him.”

The coach paused a moment.

“It’s interesting how guys, when they come to a new situation, they can get on a roll. At one time, he was considered a very good, very talented hockey player. He’s had some bumps in the road. But now, he’s here, and he’s playing well for us. Really well. So consistent from Day 1.”

Which leads wonderfully into this bit of decidedly non-plugger creativity:

Not much underscores an NHL player’s skill level quite like pulling off a four-on-four give-and-go, switching-off-at-the-point, let-her-rip slapper that beats the goaltender cleanly.

But I’ll stress anew that this goal, like the others, was born of the same stubborn spirit: Crosby attacked Toronto’s blue line with gusto and, rather than peeling away as he did maddeningly all last last spring, he pushed the defense back. That caused the initial disturbance. Comeau swooped in to help, and Letang played a huge part in the rest by following Johnston’s admonition for his defensemen to not be shy about rushing the net if they know a forward has their back.

Boom. Game over.

Oh, and Crosby was right in Bernier’s face.

It’s as if were part of the plan:

Happy Thanksgiving, Pittsburgh.