Issue #92 — A Thing Of Beauty
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” — John Keats
We listened to the first period of Game 2 laying in the sun in Crab Park, not the game, but the roar of the crowd. The sound caromed off of Burrard Inlet and let out a holy yop which thundered out toward the furthest reaches of the Fraser Valley. It was an awesome sound to behold.
Then we walked up Main St. and caught the final berths of the game at the Rumpus Room. The experience of being a long suffering Canucks fan has left my tender heart in tatters. Today we have reason to celebrate, not because we won (that will take two more wins) but because we have percervered. We have crawled through 40 years of shit and we are on the cusp of coming clean. We are on the cusp, and it is a beautiful thing.
Burrows OT winner at the 11 second mark was a perfect execution of speed, skill and intelligence. It is a part of our game that Canadian failed to invent, but seem prone to perfecting these days in the NHL. Burrows has been accused of having an insatiable appetite (sorry, couldn’t help myself) knowledge of the game. He is a student of the game, and when all is said and down, he will be a benefactor of not just the game, but the very notion of percerverance. Consistancy and perservearance.
Fuck Disney. We have an entire team filled with feel-good stories. One only has to peak into the dressing and see what this team (much like it’s battered and bruised fanbase) has endured. The Sedins endured years of verbal abuse off the ice and physical abuse on it before settling in, without a hint of complaint, as superstars. Sami Salo has recovered from a league record: 40 injuries. Kevin Bieksa recovered from not one but two potential career threatening calf lacerations.
Fuck Disney and fuck the script. All we need are two swift brushstrokes and we will have a masterpiece to celebrate all on our own.
–Joseph F. Delamar