What a game. Well, from a Sharks fan's perspective, the first 30 minutes-or-so was basically hell. The Sharks looked flat and if it weren't for the posts and Nabokov, they would've been in a deep hole.

Thornton played like he was possessed in the 2nd half of the game, though. I swear Wilson was almost triple-shifting him. The line combinations were as different as I've seen them since Guerin joined the team.

I got a nice lapful of nacho cheese, too. A puck came way up over the net and hit the wall 2 rows behind us and the guy (drunk, of course) in front of me decided to stage dive in reverse right over my head. I might not have been been so upset if he had at least ended up with the puck.