This afternoon I could be found way in the top of the Centre Bell, watching golden boy Sidney Crosby and his fellow Pittsburgh Penguins fall in overtime to les Canadiens de Montréal. Why blog this? During the singing of the American national anthem, a row of three folks in Habs sweaters in front of me swayed to the Star-Spangled Banner with their middle fingers aloft. And then, just before the final “Oh,” another fellow somewhere nearby let out a hearty “fuck you!”