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The first round of the Playoffs starts Thursday for the Sharks, and I have NO IDEA what to write. Nothing. None. Nada. Zip. Zlich. Zero. The regular season's over, it's been covered. The Clowegates and Mitchell hits, the running Couture, the Ray Rattos, the Nemos, the injuries, rebounds, defense, offense, Jumbo mammoth tusks, all covered. Now here we are, with the Sharks as the 7th seed, a spot many people did not think they could have attained just a month or two ago, and the playoffs starting and I find my mind more blank than the metaphorical slab. I'm excited, I'm happy, I'm ready to go, but when it comes to putting all that into words?
The only thing I do know if that I am picking the Sharks in 6. Why? Well, for one thing, I _ALWAYS_ pick the Sharks to win because their my team. Odds? WTF do I care about odds? For another? Well, who cares if I am right or wrong, it's not like I make my living do this. I just guess. Sharks in 6. Book it, haters.
The only thing I do know if that I am picking the Sharks in 6. Why? Well, for one thing, I _ALWAYS_ pick the Sharks to win because their my team. Odds? WTF do I care about odds? For another? Well, who cares if I am right or wrong, it's not like I make my living do this. I just guess. Sharks in 6. Book it, haters.
