It seemed that the Preds would let me open up an early birthday present, leading in the beginning of the 3rd 4-2. Oh what a period I and any Predators fan would be in store for.
I don't have all of the stats in front of me at the moment, and to be honest, I'll admit, I'm going to be lazy cos everyone else (NHL, TSN, OnTheForecheck, PredsOnTheGlass, etc.) will have the same stats tomorrow, if not tonight. The gist of it is this: our boys dropped trou, gave San Jose a Sharpie and fell into a coma. It was tied up easy. Actually, they got one-up on us easy. Then it became a game again...for a moment. The Preds realized, "Oh - I might have a falic symbol on my face, I might need to wake up!" to tie it up at 5...then got cozy again while the Sharks tagged their face 3 more times with random vulgarities. It seemed like the team was going to wake up when it rolled over and replaced Mr. "3rd Period Swiss Cheese" himself, Dan Ellis, for Mr. "I Know I Am A Lil Bit Taller, Perhaps I Am A Baller, Or Perhaps I've Just Got A Sweet Contract Irregardless", Pekka Rinne...who let one goal by him...then an empty netter. Pictures taken...sent out in a mass e-mail...complete failure and embarrassment complete.
I'm 28 now, just as the game came to its disappointing end. Don't fail us, the ones that forgive you for falling asleep in a room of frat boys with Sharpies, in Anaheim...home of the 13th in the West. We are better then them. Hopefully you'll play the full game knowing that we're better than that.
Happy birthday to me.
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