First, bring the love for calling Marco Sturm’s first goal as a King…I’ll wait…

L.A dominated the first two periods with 16 and 14 shots, respectively, but could not get one past Niemi. Some of that was attributed to luck as Niemi found the puck hitting him and then reacting though he did in fairness also make some good saves, especially in the second. In the third period, Niemi obliged our request to make like the sea and split and let in goals by Lewis (after an all balls no stop Brad Richardson effort), Brown (all power), Sturm (on a half pass / half shot that paralyzed Antti) and what years of playing soccer in Slovenia teaches a world-class hockey player like Kopitar as he flipped a pass from our blue line, over the neutral zone, the offensive blue line and right in front of a streaking Dustin Brown who picked up the puck and deked from forehand to backhand and over the Sharks’ beleaguered net minder. I couldn’t help but think the linesman must have wondered how the hell he was supposed to track a skyward puck and rushing forward for an offside call.

Four goals in the third…on seven shots.

This game however wasn’t measured in shots or any other statistic. It was from the drop of the puck to the final buzzer defined by a Kings’ team that was faster, stronger, played with more talent and an inexhaustible heart. This Kings’ team, the one that plays a five man offense, a team defense and knows no quit is unstoppable.

What’s that Sharks’ fans? Beat L.A.? Go…hang your head in shame.

Wear your scowl with a smile, my brothers. GO KINGS GO!!