Apparently Brenden Morrow brought a dagger with him Sunday night, because he sure stroked a dagger deep into the fatigued heart of the San Jose Sharks. And once again, the dagger hit us Sharks fans hard, crushing our hopes.
We believed in those insurmountable odds of coming back down 3-0
We believed in the number 33, the number of years ago that the last team down 3-0 won the series.
We believed that despite being weary from playing in 4OTs, they would come through for us.
We believed that the Sharks could finally overcome adversity, that this year was different from the previous 3 seasons. That this year was OUR year to win the Stanley Cup
We believed in OUR San Jose Sharks.
But once again our hearts were torn from our chests like Tony Stark's in the blockbuster movie Iron Man. But one key difference. Tony Stark had a backup heart which he inserted back into his chest a few minutes later. We will have to wait another year before our hearts will heal. And even then... our hearts may yet again get torn out from inside our chests.
In spite of that, I have to give the Sharks an A for effort, at least in the classic game that was game 6. Nabby was unbelievable, incredible, almost invincible. The other Sharks also gave everything they had. If our hearts were in grave danger of being broken, our beloved Sharks poured out their own hearts and souls to attempt in a last ditch effort to save ours.
It was amazing. It was incredible. It was classic. That's why next year, I imagine my heart will be healed, teal, and bigger than ever.
The Sharks have made me proud to be a Sharks fan in the last 3 games and for that I say thank you.
P.S. damnnn that Brenden Morrow. AGHHH.
