They haven’t been to the Stanley Cup Final.
They haven’t won dick of significance (the dick reference for one of our readers who asked for more phallic references)
Yet, their fans carry a false sense of ego and pride, as if their fleeting regular season exploits mean a damn thing to anyone in the hockey world…”those were the days” eh Sharks fans?
How do you kill a shark?
Put it in the playoffs.
Enough about these assholes.
I didn’t like Mike Richards on left wing. I did love Tyler Toffoli on the right side. I also approve of Dustin Penner on the fourth line. Offensive depth is a necessary luxury.
We rolled four lines (although it felt like the third line was out there every other shift), each line played well on both ends of the ice and Bernier made some big Mother Sutting saves…thank the hockey gods because I was a little concerned about whether he would.
Back to Toffoli, two great chances to bury the puck, the kid knows how to get open, but my favorite part was that he played physical his first shift and back checked each time. For all the disclaimers I heard about his skating, I saw no issues of concern. San Jose is a quick team and Tyler had no problem staying with the pace.
This game should have been 8-1.
Speaking of Tyler, that’s his name.
Tyler. No nicknames because, as I told Surly, Tyler is its own nickname. Foil, Folly, Filly, Ty, Tofu, shut up. Tyler.
We took out the trash tonight. On Monday and Tuesday, I want to set fire to it.
Scribe’s Three Stars:
3. Drew Doughty
2. Jonathan Bernier
1. Kyle Clifford
Regarding Clifford, the fight was all his idea. He didn’t care for Murray’s hit on Kopitar on the previous shift. Murray (a future King) outweighs Clifford by a few pancakes.
Update: Niemi’s nickname is Nemo? I didn’t think the Sharks could become bigger pussies but I am pretty sure they just grew another vagina.
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