Wednesday Morning Skate: Powerless Kill

Good morning, Chowder!

I'm not sure where our usually perky morning gameshow host is right now (probably drinking heavily because we lost to a Canadian team), but I grabbed the wheel and we'll steer off into the sunset sunrise together.

After last night, I find myself asking a question I never thought I'd ask during the steady Claude Julien era: where, oh where, has our penalty kill gone? The answer is probably the same place where Dennis Seidenberg's knee ligaments went, which is probanly much farther away than the location of Chris Kelly's healthy ankle. Thank Orr that Kelly is almost back... and thanks, but no thanks to Pascal Dupuis.

I'll stop rambling now - so, what's on tap?