Tonight we put the stranglehold on the series.

The Sharks, for all the hoopla about how fantastic they are one home ice, just barely edged out a Kings team that was playing two highly untested rookies and was missing two of the biggest players in their bottom six.

San Jose has had it easy.

Tonight things get tough.

It looks Ike Kyle Clifford is back guys and dolls. Unless something changes, all signs point to a return of the Sharks worst nightmare. Cliffy has scored in droves against San Jose and while Dustin Brown may be taking it a little easy in the bulldozing department since being suspended, Clifford shares no such reluctance to make Sharks hurt bad. If Kyle does play tonight, ostensibly on the fourth line with Fraser and Richardson, it will be a huge boost to the Kings as Sutter will be free to once again roll all of his lines without too much concern for anyone getting overmatched.

It will be interesting to see how the extra day between games affects both teams. Though game to game momentum is kind of horseshit, I would venture to say having the extra day to practice, rest and perhaps tinker with the game plan against a San Jose team that has frustrated the Kings at times, gives the edge to our boys. Time for Dustin Brown and Anze Kopitar to fully realize the increased impact they need to make. Time for Muzzin to take a few deep breaths and realize he belongs here and once he fully believes that, the hesitation and mental lapses will disappear. Time for Dwight King to man up and do a thing. Time for Carter to sleep off the hangover… Or drink more, I still don’t know which helps him more.

It’s time to start another winning streak.

It’s time for another new prayer.

Hockey gods, grant our Captain the serenity to take a hit to make a play; courage to hit everything on route to the net; and wisdom to be the difference.

Hail Kopi, full of talent,
Your fans are with thee.
Blessed are thou amongst Slovenians,
and blessed is the fruit of thy Slovenienness,
Holy Kopi, first of our centers,
Play for us screamers,
Now, and take us nearer to the hour of our Second Cup.

Our Kings, these reigning Stanley Cup Champions Kings, who art in the second round of the mother fucking playoffs,
Hallowed be thy game tonight.
Thy Kingdom come if thy wills will be done,
On their ice, because we want to close this bitch out on Thursday
Give us this day our goals, however many are needed,
So that we may forgive ourselves for only scoring one last game.
And in the meantime give these dicks from San Jose a sound slapping.
That we may be led past the second round,
Past these ugly ass Sharks,

Let’s shatter glass and pierce our neighbor’s eardrums. Beat our chests and celebrate crisp passes, crushing blows and dance under flashing red lights.

Let’s watch some damn Kings playoff hockey.

And go fucking nuts.