There’s some serious bragging rights on the line where I live, and it’s up to the boys to come through for me tonight at the Bell Centre.
Powell River is infested with Canucks fans. They’re littered about like……like……the wonderful human beings they are.
This is the new me. No more trashing the Canucks. I’m making my friends feel bad. Of course I have to listen to the odd one go on about the how the Habs only won over the years because they always had the first pick of elite Quebecois players. And from time to time I put up with some boorish thug rambling on that Maurice Richard had most of his best seasons during the war when many of the opposition were overseas.
And sometimes, although rarely, I hear someone babble about how the Rocket got out of going to war, and when I counter with the straight facts that Rocket wanted to go but was denied because of health issues, they don’t want to hear it and just keep repeating themselves and sounding like some of the old and unstable folks in the seniors home where my wife works.
But because I’ve turned over a new leaf I’ve decided to rise above it all and say nice things about the Canucks because many of these people, even though they’re Canucks fans, are still good people. Not the ones who trash the Rocket, but the other ones.
So I say with newfound maturity and heartfelt respect to all the good Canucks fans I know, that I hope the Canucks play hard and look sharp tonight as they get their asses pounded into the ice.