I love Patrick Marleau. And even though half of them spent the past few summer's bitching about him, Sharks fans love Patrick Marleau. (The cool ones, anyway) Tonight was his 900th game, all of which have been for team Teal. And he goes out and scores two goals, one of which came while he was bleeding. Dude is leaking life onto the ice and he's like "'scuse me, watch this" and BLAMO, the puck is in the net.
Patrick Marleau is awesome.
Thomas Greiss still scares me. He's better, oh yes, he IS better. But his lateral movement is still slow as molasses and he looks surprised by the puck sometimes. (and at times when I wouldn't think he should look surprised) He did his job tonight and only let Milan get two past him, but...well, it was a little iffy at times.
It didn't help that the Sharks decided the ice was tilted towards whichever end would most benefit the Senators. This got to be rather annoying. The natives grew restless and grumblings were heard. Seriously, Sharks, OUT OF YOUR ZONE!
Some were worried Milan got booed when he scored. No. His goals were booed. He got cheers and claps from both Sens and Sharks fans alike. We loved him when he was here. Seeing him succeed elsewhere will be met with cheers, so long as his success doesn't lead to a Sharks loss.
Cheechoo was also received warmly and lots of CHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEECHHOOOOOOOOOOOsssss echoed throughout the Tank. They should him on the jumbo-tron at some point, and the whole crowd cheered like we did for him last season. he looked up, tried hard not to smile, and looked away. Mina thought he might cry. He didn't. Cheechoo train whistles were also in effect when he touched the puck. I wish I'd brought mine.
Jamie MCGINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN scored a goal. Love this kid. Keep him here Todd! No more woostah express for him. Please!
There was an early fight between Not Kyle and Carkner. It wasn't all that impressive.
Poor Dan Boyle was having a bad game. So was our fourth line.
Vlasic and Blake are not the dynamic defensive duo I was hoping for. This saddens me.
Our power play was stale tonight. It was like "Really, guys?" and the Sharks were like "Yep," and the whole Teal portion of the Tank went *SIGH*
"Train, train, Cheechoo Train, Sharks still went out and won this game. Cheechoo, oh yeah, Cheechoo."
I sang that song several time to Mina, while doing my impression of the dance. It was pretty epic.
The guys next to Mina were awesome as always. "Scoring of goals, destroyer of worlds." was how they described Milan.
The guys next to me where just fine, but one got really drunk and started telling the other about his sex life and how none of it would be possible without Viagra. I learned way too much about a 50ish year old male stranger's personal life tonight.