I regret to inform you that the Fear the Fin staff dropped the ball on this one. The head honcho over here is a retail manager and it’s the Saturday before Christmas, so things are, understandably, a bit nuts. We all missed the game and we apologize.
The Sharks scored two goals tonight in their victory over the demon team from downstate, so let’s review:
A nifty lil move from Marcus Sorensen to put the Sharks on the board first halfway through the game. More importantly, how dope was it that he double fist-bumped a fan against the glass in his celly? Inject that joy straight into my veins.
The Sharks’ bench also reacted:
Out: Hockey Hugs— San Jose Sharks (@SanJoseSharks) December 24, 2017
In: Hockey Shoves pic.twitter.com/nZ65NatrQt
Dunno what that is, but I deeply relate to it.
Apparently Brenden Dillon did the world at large a favor and absolutely laid out Drew Doughty:
The body achieves what the mind believes and Dills and I are on the same page about Doughty.
The second goal was an old Sharks standard. Stop me if you’ve heard this before, but Joe Pavelski tipped in a Brent Burns shot. Crazy, I know.
My Sharks? Scoring on a power play? It’s more likely than you’d think!
By the sounds of this tweet, Timo Meier also tried to take out Doughty and that’s always going to be something I support:
As it is Festivus, there's some airing of grievances and feats of strength happening between Meier and Doughty right now.— San Jose Sharks (@SanJoseSharks) December 24, 2017
And let’s go through some photos from the game:
Whatever Joakim Ryan is doing here, I appreciate that Stan Szeto captured it on film.
Is there only one stick here? Is he pushing over Pavelski? I have no idea what is going on.
Jonathan Quick in the corner, unperturbed, while Derek Forbort tries to tackle Timo Meier.
He is beauty, he is grace, he will get an assist on the power play.
Things Sharkie did: That.
In the end, the Sharks put up 31 shots on goal (without Logan Couture, mind you) while Martin Jones got his 100th career win against his former team, stopping all 28 shots he faced. That’s pure poetry.