In the time it took me to answer that question last night the Vancouver Canucks (yeah that’s right, we’re not one of them) gave up four goals on 13 shots on the way to a 6-1 roast by the home team — the St. Louis Blues.

Vengeance is mine saith Murray:

The loss was inevitable — Vancouver a tired road-team — St. Louis a team tired of losing.

Lest we forget last spring, where broom jokes were flogged like dead horses.

Alexandre Burrows must have been celebrating his O/T winner from Game Four still because he was on the ice for three of the Blues first four goals. Along with Henrik and still obviously flu-swined Steve Bernier.

All scored within seven minutes of the opening faceoff.

And Andrew Raycroft, clearly pissed that Luongo is back from injury, did his best to insure a Vancouver (hel)l by stepping aside from an Andy McDonald knuckle-puck .18 seconds into the first period.

Fuck the horse, let’s blame it on the pigs.

And make no mistake, we’ll flog this swine flu until the next intifada wrestles back control of the newspaper headlines.

Or balloon boy gets molested by Michael Jackson on the steps of Congress.

Or the economy jerks off into the mouth of the New York Yankees.

Or to heaven we fly on the wings of a pig (thanks Steinbeck!)

And the game last night. Or the team these past couple of road-games. You inquire dear reader?

Not their greatest work. Not their greatest work by far. But rest assured, like every other conflict or controversy we hear about in this 24 hour news cycle, it it will soon be eclipsed by something else, something far more urgent, something far more  breaking, something far more new[s].

Next Up – Detroit

*Wild, Avalanche and Lightning