He is blessed with so much talent and instead of being grateful, he acts like a jerk. I know the PIT apologists and squeeing fangirls will find ways to excuse what happened.
There is no excuse.
As someone who has loved this game since I watched it with my dad on our old harvest gold black and white Magnavox, as someone whose earliest sports memory is seeing Bobby Orr's flying goal, as someone who has no dog in this year's Stanley Cup Finals, I am livid that someone as gifted as Crosby acts like the only way he can win is to behave like a less talented player.
I don't mind fights. I don't mind enforcers. I do mind when bad behavior turns professional hockey into an arena where there is a probable body count.
My second summer covering NHL was spent writing obituaries for men who were young enough to be my sons. Aside from the Lokomotiv plane crash, every black-bordered box was for someone who sustained damage on the ice and it caught up with them in horrible ways.
Ice hockey is more than brute force on blades. It requires quick thinking, the ability to memorize a playbook, and constant 360 degree awareness. The brains under those helmets need protection.
That sort of thing is not going to happen if the league continues to look the other way when marquee names are allowed to break anyone in their paths wearing the other teams' sweaters with no consequences. When Sidney Crosby plays at the top of his game, he exemplifies what is spectacular and beautiful about hockey. When "Sid the Kid' comes out, as he did last night, he illustrates everything that is wrong with the NHL.