Hope springs eternal, in the form of pooped out rainbows
Tonight at 5pm Pacific, amidst a sea of red and failing eight limbed beasts, the Sharks will take the ice to do the deed. Tonight, they will slay the big red wheeled monster. They will play a full 60 minutes of strong, opponent crushing hockey, and at the end, they will stand on Detroit's ice and shake the hands of their rivals in front of the Wings faithful.
Clowe is out. We don't know why yet, but that is motivation to win it for the one they had to leave behind. Marleau was thrown under the bus, backed over, and then run over three times by JR after Sunday's third period let down loss. Will he rise to the occasion? Hell yes he will.
At the end of the night, one team will stand victorious. One team will be ready to enter the semi promised land, one team, and that team will be the Sharks.
Stick that in your doubters pipe and smoke it.