As the entire world knows by now — the ‘boys’ lost last night.
Of course, we knew they would.
I wanted a different outcome — but that would have been rubbing dirt in Boston’s face. So what? is all I can come up with.
The first period and four goals in 4 minutes — two of them scored within 35 seconds of each other — was a disaster. They pulled Luongo after he let in the third. Thank God. I was literally sick to my stomach.
It was a tough game to watch, but I do have to say that the Canucks managed to pull themselves together enough to hold Boston at bay for nearly the rest of the game. When the Canucks scored their first goal I had the audacity to think that they could actually come back to tie up the game, send it into overtime and then win the damn thing!
Ha! Stupid me. What they did instead was take two ridiculous penalties allowing Boston to score their 5th goal. Vancouver managed to get another one in the net, but really it was a lost cause, and I knew it.
Still, like it was a train-wreck, I rubber-necked, unable to tear myself away. All the while hurling more epithets and curses at my poor television than even I thought I was capable of. My husband shook his head in wonder. “Remind me to never take you to a live game,” was all he said. I just glared.
Personally, this is my theory on what happened last night: Luongo let in those three goals on purpose so that he could be pulled and allowed to rest up in preparation for the big game tomorrow night. See, they knew they couldn’t win in Boston’s house (sweet as that might have been) and so the strategy was to save Luongo and him rested and sharp for when the game returns to Vancouver.
There are, absolutely, holes in this theory. Do I care? No! Does it explain why, at times, the Canucks seemed to be playing minor league hockey? Not one bit. Can it shed any light on why Luongo is seemingly so shaken by the Boston arena? Not one tiny ray of illumination. Again, care not, I do.
All I care about is that I have an unwavering faith in this team and their ability to bring the Cup back to Canada.
Me and approximately, 9,000,000 other viewers (not all cheering for the Canucks, I know) are so enthralled by this series that they gave up soccer games, sit-coms and serious book club meetings to catch the action. That’s just how good this contest is.
Tomorrow is my last time of wearing the “We Believe” t-shirt.
After they win tomorrow night I’m having it framed.
Go, Canucks, Go!
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