Petshark: Talking Stick
Entries with the tag: fan hysteria
Oh what a difference a week can make. A diligent fan should follow her team wherever they go, even off the rails. So here I go.
A week ago tomorrow, I was at The Tank watching the Sharks tear a win from the Blackhawks, a win as indisputable as any rope pulling contest between my two Labs. But they did win. Since then, they lost two, Marleau moved back to the top line where it is rumored he will never score again. Dan Boyle’s age has come up, and by association, Douglas Murray has aged half a dozen years in three days, revealing that he is, in fact, the portrait of Dan Boyle, doomed to age in his partner’s place. Boyle feels badly about that so his mojo is off, but he still doesn’t want to share the puck or the PIMs. With anyone.
On the flip side of that we have Mitchell, who was told by a woman in white that his hair and teeth will fall out if he shoots the puck, so he passes it whenever possible. Havlat has a horror of the number three ever since seeing Seven, so being moved to the third line rendered him pale to the point of invisibility. Niemi has contracted sloth syndrome (not the sinful mess kind, the cute but slow-moving furry tree-hugging kind).