Showing posts with label Stanley Cup. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stanley Cup. Show all posts

Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Aftermath

Like many others, I am embarassed, and horrified at the Vancouver Riots post Stanley cup loss.

It almost seems redundant expressing it here.

However, I feel it is important enough to note, once more.

Please note however, that those individuals responsible for damage and destruction are NOT Canucks fans. They may wear the jersey, but certainly not not the heart.

So, I hope, that through the power of social media, those responsible will be punished.


On another, more positive note...the Canucks did really well this season, and hopefully next year we will get another crack at the cup.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Hockey Conspiracy

It took everything in me not to crack up laughing.

I am standing behind this guy talking to the cashier at the grocery store.

Of course they are talking hockey-who isn't? Seriously, even if you hate hockey, guaranteed you are talking about hating hockey, as the season drags on.

So the cashier makes a comment about it being dangerous for the Canucks going into game 7, despite home ice advantage.

"You know why it happened like this though right?!" the guy comments.

She gives him a questioning eye, and I can't help but to lean in to listen.

"The league makes more money this way, they stretch the series out because they get millions as each game progresses"

Yes, that's right, the league has decided to make money and that's why we are going to game 7.

It is hardly the first time I have heard of the hockey conspiracy and I can't help but give my head a shake. I think, truly, that people just love a good conspiracy, someone to hate, and hating big companies, big politics, big anything is the best way to exercise our right to 'stick it to the man'.

I left shaking my head. He must believe that the United States staged 9-11 and that walking on the moon was staged too.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Game 5 at Rogers Arena

Edge of my seat
Can hardly watch
The puck goes back and forth

A bad call here
'About time' call there
Those three can make or break our game

The time stretches on
1 OT, then 2
My voice no more, who's gonna score?

Bieksa's bounce
It's the winning play
4 more left till the STANLEY CUP



Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Golf season just hasn't quite started

Anyone else hoarse from last nights game?

We too like to ref from our side of the screen...

Last night I was fighting with my hubby to get him to watch the game initially. In all seriousness I knew he was going to watch it, but he was so disappointed after the last three games that he almost wanted to save himself another night of presumed pain.

Less than 3 minutes in, my faith was certainly restored...

It took my husband to the 3rd period before he was feeling it. Before the excitement was there, the hope...

Then Chicago scored.

This time, I couldn't watch it any longer, I organized the books in our living room and glanced at the TV every time I heard excitement in the announcers voice.

My hubby's eyes were glued.

Then it happened. Of course, I missed the goal initially...I was placing "My Little Wordbook" on the shelf at the time.

I also missed the first replay.

My hubby had scooped me up in a bear hug and I couldn't see the screen.

Then we sat, cheering-this time a little quieter since I had put Jay down just before OT started.

There it was. A moment of glory. Burrow's snagging the puck, the amazing turnover, the shot.

We make a call, my brother, his line is busy. I get off the phone and am met with a short ring, it was my brother. We talk about the game, the shot, the anticipation. Apparently at Boston Pizza you could have heard a pin drop at the beginning of OT, then the restaurant erupted. We could hardly hear him.

After the phone call I marveled. We did it-we finally took the Hawks out. Third time really is the charm.

Yes, I did saw 'we', it's a fair statement. Here in Canada, we take our game VERY seriously. How seriously you ask? Politics has to do some schedule juggling so they aren't competing with our game-that is how serious.

As my hubby and I climbed into bed we could hear the pub game watchers heading home, a steady stream of horn honking filled the air until the last of them made it home.

So today I may be hoarse, but what's really important is that...

The Canucks are back-and we are coming for the Stanley Cup.