‘K, enough trashing of the Oilers. Time to over-inflate my current enjoyment of being a Canucks fan.
In the wake of the Canucks’ victory over Detroit Saturday night (defensively impressive enough that portions of it nearly made my brain melt from boredom) Roberto Luongo had this to say: “It was a good statement game that we match up against anybody in this league.”
That’s not confidence; that’s simply a fact. Detroit started Saturday night in first place in the NHL, yet landed squarely on their asses by the time the final buzzer was heard. While it’s fair to say they got some brutal calls from the refs, they also earned much of their own bad fortune, making some astonishingly bad choices (6 guys on the rush Detroit?!).
While Vancouver was determined to put together a 60 minute effort (which they did if you don’t count the final few minutes in every game where Luongo does some MVP-level hustling to earn that $6 million paycheque of his) Detroit got sucked into a chaos of their own making. They’re obviously a much better team than they showed the HNIC audience, but I’m still enjoying that 3-1-0 season series record.
As a friend wrote to me on Sunday: “That rocked. I loved being at the game watching all those pompous Wings fans crying in their beers. So satisfying.”
Yep. Eat it, Detroit.
(Geezus, I’m feeling feisty today. No more coffee for me, perhaps…) :-)