Issue #85 — Seen And Not Heard
“Sometimes the silence can be like thunder.” — Bob Dylan
The trouble with being a Canucks fan these days is that we are unable to perform our annual rite of lowering-our-expectations-to-a-audible-groan. Most people I have talked to about the team find it difficult, if not uncomfortable, to discuss the topic at hand. The topic being the Canucks unfamiliar position of leading the NHL in points. Set to win their first Presidents Trophy in team history.
The truth is similar to what happens in Baseball when a pitcher is pitching a no-hitter or perfect game. No one talks to the pitcher. No one looks at the pitcher. No one says a word.
At this point in the season your average Canucks fan might find themselves in a mild odessey. To see the Canucks cemented at the top of the league standings (I guarantee they win the Presedents Trophy) is a little perplexing to say the least. It’s like the stern father who has been beating his child every semester for 40 years for bringing home failing grades. Suddenly the kid arrives home one day. The old man immediately begins taking off his belt. The child hands the man the report card with A+ honours.
Shocked the old man loops his belt back around his waist and retorts in a puff,
“Okay fine, but it don’t mean shit until you get into Harvard.”
So it don’t mean shit if we win the Presidents Trophy. It don’t mean shit if my prognostications are wrong six-ways from Sunday. It don’t mean shit who will be the next Prime Minister.
All that matters is — that which we shall not speak of.
–Joseph F. Delamar