You have 12 Hours (Following Randy Hahn's Rules)

You have 12 hours.

 

12 hours to bitch, to moan, to whine, about how unfair that ending to the game was. About how it sucks that the Sharks played well for 50 minutes and had to lose on a fluky play. 12 hour to rail against all the stupid comments and coverage this game will get. Vent about how everyone suddenly things Boyle is a terrible player. Shout about how they only ever comment on the Sharks when something goes wrong. 12 hours to yell at the sudden legions of fair weather fans who just want to come and rain shit on our parade.

12 hours.

 

After that, it's all about game 4.

 

Boyle's been a stand up guy for us every night for two seasons now. You can be mad, you can be pissed, angry, annoyed, put out, peeved, PO'd, depressed, sullen, saddened, flabbergasted, incensed, chafed, bitter, irascible, but don't leave Boyler out to dry. If you saw his face post game, you'd know he's already sick about it. He's going to come out in game 4 like a bat of of hell and you better be there cheering for him when he does. No Bronx cheers. Those are for suckers named Pronger and Perry.

Do what you need to do to get that monkey off your back.

 

 

You've got 12 hours.