This is a Patrick Marleau superfan site now

I love Patrick Marleau (and will ignore his idiot wife for the time being).

Say it loud. Like 4 times.

I LOVE PATRICK MARLEAU.

I. LOVE. PATRICK. MARLEAU.

I...

LOOOOOOOOVE...

PAAAAAATRICK...

MARLEAAAAAAU....

His wife is a moron, though. No getting around it.

It is sort of nuts that the Sharks need to fly 800 miles to Winnipeg for the second game of a back-to-back. Scheduling is hard, blah blah blah, but even considering you want to spend as little time as possible in Winnipeg, that’s a shitty schedule.

Lil’ Tommy Wingels graduated

Before I could publish this piece of shit, I found out that Tommy Wingels was traded to Ottawa for two guys named Zack and Buddy and the leftover ‘Nilla wafers Doug Wilson had in his tanning bag. The Senators are the team where ex-Sharks go to commit legal, physician-assisted suicide of their careers, and that makes me ponder the passage of time and the bare tree branches and my impending mortality and the fleeting nature of existence and love.

Bye, Tommy. You hit hard, on the ice and against the fuck-ups that promote homophobia. Too bad you couldn’t score more. I’m going to miss the penalties you drew and the fact that your grown-ass adult name is Tommy Wingels.

Sharks @ Jets

5:30 PM Pacific

Prediction: Patrick Marleau scores his 500th goal and avoids eye-contact with Jeremy Roenick’s video feed.