Remember the black cat that scurried in front of the Sharks bench before Game 1 of the Western Conference Second Round? The little guy brought San Jose the exact opposite of bad luck and has since been christened Jo Paw-velski with puck sculptures and vanity Twitter accounts dedicated in his honor.
So it makes sense that the Predators, trailing 2-0 with the series headed to Nashville, wanted a little of that kitty mojo before Game 3.
Gnash is a saber-tooth tiger, but the Predators won, 4-1, so we may need to add a new superstition to the books: If a formerly extinct giant cat crosses your path, you'll have good luck. Or it might eat you. You know, either way.