Pick your narrative: the king is dead, the demons are purged, Thornton and Marleau are redeemed, the fans can breathe. I don't care. Maybe we can weave them all together into one of those Tarantino meets Crash intersections and let the threads blur and cross where they will. It doesn't matter, really. It just feels good to win. And now, the wait. Chicago gagged in last night's chance to bury the suddenly undisciplined Canucks, so scouring for playoff tickets is at least 48 hours away. No matter. The Sharks beat the Red Wings, and if you look at the above picture closely, you'll see how confusing that is for folks. Dead sharks on the ice- Wings' fans celebrating Shark victories. It's a world upside down. Finally.
Enjoy the rest, and then buck up for Round 3.
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Where are the Hartford Whalers in all of this?
at the baby store looking for diaper bags
Not yet!
go to the Low Life post and check the comments for a youtube video- you won't be disappointed
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