Wednesday, May 25th

The Canucks have made it to the Stanley Cup Finals!

I thought I was going to have a heart attack last night.  Double overtime, Kesler hurt, no one seemingly able to get a shot on net, the worst officiating — EVER — (and on home ice, no less) and Henrik and Daniel unable to bring the magic.  They tried, mind you, they tried.  Watching those two work their passes is something spectacular.  Burrows, as part of their line is always amazing — they set him up and he puts the puck where it needs to be, but for some reason last night it just wasn’t happening.

Kevin Bieksa, the big hero for last night’s game, they’ll be talking about him and his ‘duck’ for quite awhile, I’m sure.  How lucky for him to be in the right spot at that moment and to be the only one who knew where the puck was?  I was on my feet for the last five minutes of the game as the Canucks poured it on, giving it everything they had.

I can’t explain why I am so in to this year’s Stanley Cup playoffs — it’s never happened before.  I think it has something to do with a bit of holdover from the Olympics and the sense of pride I felt in our country, the way, as a nation, we came together to celebrate all that makes us who we are.  At first, I only cared that a Canadian team was in the playoff run, but now, I find myself really rooting for the Canucks.

I admire them and their somewhat muted determination; they seem to exemplify what we Canadians are like. They’re not too flashy, they persevere — doggedly,  they’re unassuming about their wins and yet they have this quiet, reserved strength about themselves that says ‘we believe’.  And, so do I.