[Editor's note: This post was written entirely by JR, but for some reason SBNation wouldn't let me credit him as the sole author in the byline. -- Jer]
Nashville is the "It City," for the Old Grey Lady tells me so. We don't know how we got here, but, goodness me, there's more to us than country music.
"California Blues (Blue Yodel No. 4)" by Jimmie Rodgers
Anyhow, the game:
This one is the rubber match of the regular-season series, each team having won at home. The Sharks took a 2-0 win a furious goaltending battle between Antii Niemi and Pekka Rinne back in December that could have gone either way until Joe Thornton scored an empty-netter late.
I guess the Sharks…
…had more Finnish.
Last month in a Bridgestone Arena featuring a crowd of 8,000 or so who braved a crusty ice storm that proved more annoyingly loathe to disappear than Douglas Murray, the Preds gave up the first goal to something called a Matt Irwin, starting a streak of 11 games in which they'd handicap themselves thus (to clarify: Matt Irwin was only involved in that first one). Pekka Rinne made 43 saves — including three in five seconds on one Sharks power play — the Preds scored five and I learned that Barclay Goodrow was not, as I believed, the Secretary of State for India in Benjamin Disraeli's second cabinet.
That game was one of maybe two or three really solid games the Preds played between Presidents Day and…uh…Brent Burns' and Chingy's Birthday. Monday's 2-1 overtime winner against Arizona wasn't exactly Sri Lanka over England at Dambulla in 2003, but it was a fine effort and a well-deserved two points…and the team's first win in six games, sorely needed before this little California peregrination.
This one kicks off at 9:30 in God's Time Zone and in northern California, I'm sure it'll be aired on Pravda or whatever.