At the end of the day, I’ve realized that winning feels better than losing. It’s just we’ve becoming so programmed to root for losses for draft position.
So, as I've mentioned before, my cat passed away shortly before the Devils game. Since then, we're 4-1-1 with a few absurd comebacks in there and 28 goals scored (in six games!).
I joked with my wife a couple games ago that since Peanut loved chaos, and knew I loved the Sharks (and, even though he was a Caps fan at heart, watched probably over 1000 Sharks games with me over the years), and wore his shark collar right up to nearly the end...I don't know, maybe he's up there pulling some strings, because honestly, THAT explanation for how things have gone lately is about as logical as any other one we could come up with.
And while I've been in a really down mood lately, these six Sharks games have basically been the thing to be bringing me constant joy in life. So yeah, during that Devils game I said f*** it and decided to roll with the wins and the goals and just take things as they come and enjoy whatever fun we can get from this team.