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Day 7

History does not quite do justice to what lies between the Dallas Stars and the San Jose Sharks. For starters, if not for then-Shark Bryan Marchment, Coach Hitch and his Stars probably win two Stanley Cups. In 1998 and 1999.

Marchment, just in case anybody has forgotten, purposely rammed his leg into Joe Nieuwendyk's knee while checking him into the boards. His ACL did not survive the collision. Nieuwy missed the rest of the playoffs. And a Nieuwy-less Stars team lost in the West Finals.

Marchment then added insult to injury when he laughed that no Star had enough gumption to exact any revenge. So began a long and often fun grudge match between said teams, so much so that the Sharks became the NHL equivalent of Redskins.

I come, late on this Wednesday, to praise them however. Sharks fans proved themselves to be true hockey fans and U.S. hockey fans by giving Mike Modano a standing O when he finally cemented himself as the best U.S.-born hockey player. Ever. And, yes, I have heard of Chris Chelios. I just do not think he is as good. So sue me.

Anyway, the point of this was to say something nice about Sharks fans and really the whole Sharks organization. Classy job on handling hockey history. You did sharks everywhere, including my fave Land Shark from Saturday Night Live, proud.

Days 5-6

Being nice is hard. I need to ask somebody how to do it. Add that to Wednesday's to-do list.

Day 5: Rarely, if ever, do I have nice things to say about the morons who run Major League Baseball. They have taken one of the greatest sports in the world and turned it into a science project whose playoffs and a decent number of regular-season games are on so late that an entire generation of would-be fans has no idea how fabulous October baseball really is. Anyway, proving that even a blind squirrel finds a nut every once in a while, baseball GMs actually did the right thing Tuesday. So, WTG, baseball.

Day 6: For anybody and eveybody who says I never have anything nice to say about T.O., 1) You are confusing me with Mr. Randy. I declared myself joined at the hip with T.O. in training camp because I predicted him to be on best behavior all season and, well, frankly, with my predicting track record, I needed him, and; b) Consider this for your viewing pleasure.

Days 1-4

So life (and my natural disposition) has caused me to fall a little behind in my pledge to spread good cheer about athletes who usually induce vile-spewing diatribes. A pledge is a pledge, however, and so I plan to do a little catchup before we jump into Cowboy-Eagle blogging.

Day 1: Almost retired slugger and all-time MLB home run champ* Barry Bonds may be a steroid cheat and a scourge on baseball, but nobody can say the man does not have backbone. He has a way of standing up for himself and portraying himself as a wronged bystander even when everybody has him in crosshairs (and rightly so).

Day 2: Roy Willy is not a bad guy. He actually, in terms of charity works, ranks in good-guy territory. Technically, though, nobody accused the Cowboys safety of being a bad guy. What I said was he's just not that good of a safety.

Day 3: Something nice to say about Eagles fans, something nice to say about Eagles fans, uh, this may be a longer and harder 30 days than I originally envisioned. What I have determined, after almost 36 hours in Philly, is: Eagles fans do passion well.

Day 4: Many have accused Alex Rodriguez of being a selfish fraud. I like to call him AFraud, myself. Say this for Mr. Former Mariner-Ranger-Yankee, nobody is better at greedy than ARod.