Grieving, Part I

Denial

“There’s no effing way the Sharks are going to choke again.”

Anger

“There’s no FUCKING way the goddamn Sharks are going to choke AGAIN. To the goddamn DUCKS! Why do I bother watching hockey? Fuck buying tickets for next year.”

Bargaining

“We should definitely trade Joe Thornton.”

Depression

“This is the Sharks destiny. There’s no way out of this. So long as Marleau/Thornton/Nabokov/McLellan/Wilson is associated with this team, San Jose will never reach the promised land.”

Acceptance

I’ve run through about every thought and emotion towards the Sharks over the past few days. I’ve gone from wanting to blow the whole thing up except for Boyle to wanting the Sharks to return with mostly the same core. I’ve gone from loving Doug Wilson’s moves to questioning why none of his deadline deals have panned out. McLellan is not the problem – unless you consider stagnant zone entry and lack of player urgency a problem.

To that end, I’m glad I haven’t posted until now. Hopefully, I’ve thought this through.

There’s something inherently corrupted about this team, and something big has to change.

Check back tomorrow at noon for Part II.