Gameday!

There's obviously a lot that could be said. 11 games in and the Sharks are starting slower than molasses (which is HUGE let down taste wise, btw. Modern sweeteners ruined it for me. But I digress.) Clowe seems to be MIA despite being on the ice, the 1st line isn't scoring city consistently, neither is the second, and the defense is, i think, stuck in some sort of alternate dimension. That's the only thing that would explain their performance thus far. It's like that ST:TNG episode where Ro and Geordi are phased and no one can see them, only we can see the D, they just apparently are playing in a different game than the one we're all watching.

If I wanted to be all tabloid-y, I suppse I could bring up a tragic incident, involving a new Shark and his past, but I won't.

(you just did!)

(shush you!)

I think this is the perfect time to breakout our new mantra this season.

Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.Loma Prieta.

Go, Sharks, Win!