Credit to Joe Thornton for interacting with some extroverted away fans, but how different does this scene look if San Jose wasn't absolutely burying St. Louis? Probably wouldn't be too many new wrinkles to work into his prototypical white guy dance routine if the Sharks were on the verge of heading home two games in the hole in the Conference Finals. That head nod/shoulder shrug combo is reserved for well in doubt winning efforts only. If the Blues put a couple of good shifts together and netted a few goals then Jolly Joe, his warm smile, and welcoming Santa Claus beard would have turned into the pissed off old guy at the end of the bar whose dark eyes and weathered facial hair speak of a treacherous past faster than those girls could say "oh em gee!". No idea how a group of chicks that are such diehard hockey fans that they are preoccupied with dancing through their team's bitter, bitter defeat got such great seats, but I'm glad Jumbo Joe was in a good enough mood to give them their money's worth. Safe to say their team's performance certainly didn't.
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