I'm finally free, and you're stuck with Dunn, hahaha
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Ok, time to stop fucking around. It's time to pull out The Antler. Its magic is powerful, unreliable, and completely fucked up, but the Sharks leave me no other choice. Sometime in the...
Judas Donkey, a Finnish free-agent who magically got turned into a Sharks prospect by inattentive hockey writers, saved the Sharks season when he decided to shoot into the corner of the net instead...
Time for the Sharks to steal a Cup.
I'm still writing about Sharks games in June. What the hell?
An inexhaustive hierarch of pits.
No more C
Sports memorabilia on eBay is an ever-flowing fountain of sadness. Let's take a look at the Blues shit.
A comparison of the styles of Sharks coach Peter DeBoer and Blues coach Ken Hitchcock.
The Blues are replacing their starting goaltender midway through the playoffs. Let's roll up the sleeves, get out the deluxe calculator, and crunch the numbers comparing this year's goaltending to...
Let's examine the biological wonder of the worlds within worlds of playoff beards.
Vladimir Tarasenko is a new dad. This is a critical time for his new child. He must bond with his baby for the next 18 years.
Playoff narrative hot takes.
A small piece about my dad and hockey.
We are all old as fuck. BoC turns ten.
Sorry, everyone. The black cat called Jo Paw-velski is clearly a bad omen and must be sacrificed to extend the Sharks playoff run.
The city of Nash is first noticed by the traveler not by sight but by smell....
It turns out that you can rhyme "Nash" with many words, and it makes the name of the city of "Nashville" sound like a funny place.
Who the fuck is Craig Smith and why is he so important?
Remember how the Kings targeted Joonas Donskoi and Marc-Edouard Vlasic? Expect more of that shit.
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So you're thinking of going to Game 6? That's a stupid idea. There's some great sight lines at Bridgestone arena, but nothing worth traveling 3,000 miles for in the day and age of HD televsion....
Consulting the ol' magic eight-ball.