Sharks Gameday: It's about time for some bullshit

Hmm, the game after a Kings loss. I've been here before. A few times. And it's time for that playoff staple from our friends down south: the completely nonsensical bullshit that they get away with. What is it going to be? An injury to the Sharks from boarding, kneeing, cross-checking, or slew-footing? Disallowed goals? Game clock malfunctions? Quick setting a bear-trap in his crease and the ref's looking the other way as it snaps shut on Hertl's tibia?

It's hard to say for sure, because it's always something, and it's different every time. The thing, though, is that it is designed to be a distraction. It's like the antics of Sean Avery: the more you pay attention to it, the more effective it is. I've dealt with toddlers, and they pull this kind of shit every 5 minutes, and it's excruciating because the only way out is to ignore it and continue on with your adult lives. So please, be the adult here, Sharks, and just keep unpacking the fucking groceries as Doughty is losing his shit throwing blocks everywhere during a review or Lucic is taking off his diaper after getting a roughing minor for eviscerating Melker Karlsson with a broken stick blade. Don't fall into the trap, don't try to fight fire with fire. Or piss-baby with piss-baby.

Sharks @ Kings

7:30 PM Pacific

Prediction: Inevitable bullshit you'd best ignore.