If you indluge a little digression for a moment; when you are tapped politely on the shoulder and asked to sit back because when you lean forward, the people behind you cannot see, do not respond by becoming a defensive jackass. It is not our fault you a) did not pay attention to the announcement b) did not care that your friend has also already been asked to sit back for the same reason c) you cannot be bothered to allow ANYONE in your row to walk past you for any reason or d) you have never been to a game before and have no idea how crowd etiquette works. Do not argue and say "I am sitting back" while several inches between you and the back of your chair is visible. Do not be a dick. Just sit back. It's really quite simple. I would also avoid throwing objects and the lass two rows behind you who is also pissed at you for being a douche all game. She will come down there and exchange words with you. I didn't hear any of these words, but I assume they were about your mother. We will call the ushers. I don't care if you get thrown out, so, just say, "oh, sorry! I didn't know!" and lean back and move on. It's better for everyone this way.
And don't cut in the line for the bathroom. Really. We all have to pee. GTFO or I will be that passive agressive and loud asshole behind you for the rest of the time you are in line. The woman behind me nearly peed herself. I don't know about you, but I really don't want to be in the splash zone when that happens. Don't cut in and make the line longer. Same principle applied to traffic.
The first, oh, 6 minutes or so of period one was fast, hard hitting and all in the Wild's zone. There were chances left and right and you were like "yes, this game is going to be awesome!" Then, somewhere further along, you look up and went "6 shots? They have 6 shots on goal?!" and you wondered what happened. Then something incredibly stupid sloppy would happened and you said to yourself "oh." The good thing was, if we can say it was a good thing at all, that both teams were playing like crap. Well, hey, at least it was even. The 1st ended with two goose eggs lighting up the board on either side. Shots were 7-5 Sharks. Low low low low.
Patrick Marleau scored two goals! I really wanted him to score three, so I could finally yell PATTY HATTY, but alas, it was not to be.
For the first time in history, Torrey Mitchell got everyone Tacos. The response was a loud cheer for the goal and then a boo for the tacos, followed by chants of "WE WANT PIZZA!". I have a feeling that the Tank staff has heard the fans loud and clear. It remains to be seen if the giveaway will change again this season. (but seriously, not to look a deep fried gift horse in the mouth, but who in their right mind wants Jack in the Box tacos? That's like saying "yes, I want Montezuma's Revenge." No one wants that.") I called it the "taco shit minute" because, well, let's be honest, if you eat your give away, you will be occupying your toilet for awhile after.
There were a decent number of crazy near misses on Backstrom. The Sharks really seemed to finally be inclined to shoot and aggressively head to the net, which is a nice change of pace this season.
The PK still needs work. It still needs a lot of work. Yes the Sharks managed to hold off the Wild, but it was a little rough out there at times.
Nemo looked so much better. He was alert, his glove and blocker saves were much improved, and his lateral movement was better. Me thinks he may have had a touch of the flu earlier.
Brent Burns did not wear his robotic pants, but Joe Pavelski managed to save 5 puppies and 6 kittens between shifts. He's just that much better than you are.