I’ve often seen these people, these squares at the table, short stack and long odds against. All their outs gone. One last card in the deck that can help them. I used to wonder how they could let themselves get into such bad shape, and how the hell they thought they could turn it around.

That’s where the Sharks were last night, going into the third period down 2-0. Looking down the barrel of another disappointing postseason, as they have been since Tuesday, but now it was real. Dead serious. And instead of folding up the tent the way the Avs did against Detroit, they figured, what the hell, let’s see if we can come back. Against the team that is 8-0-1 in their last nine at the Tank, a team that has outscored their opponents by over a dozen goals in the third.

The disallowed goals were a bit of luck, no doubt. But the Sharks made their own luck as well, finding a way to dig out the case ace and shove it up the Stars’ ass.

Here’s the way I feel right now- savor it, Sharks fans. The game last night was one of the best I’ve ever attended. And even though we’ll all be bummed if the Sharks don’t pull it out, let’s recognize that the boys in teal didn’t have any quit last night, and they showed something we questioned all year. No one knows if it will be enough to advance, but it’s enough to live another day.