Total And Absolute Heartbreak.

Thanks to Andrew for shifting our focus on picking up my slack on the posting.

What happened last night in Vancouver was truly heartbreaking for me. 17 years ago, my first year as a soon-to-be long suffering Canuck fan, I watched my team lose a game seven in the Stanley Cup Finals. Last night, it all happened again. I just don't know what to say. The Bruins took advatange of what can only be explained as our hot and cold play (and when it was cold, it was very cold), and they got to hoist the Cup. It's just awful.

Tim Thomas, a goalie who I have grown to hate over the years, impressed the heck out of me. After he played very well in games one and two, and lost, I was sure that we were headed for an easy victory. His Bipolar play we heard so much about, however, never showed up, and he just ended up being solid for the entire seven games. It's just awful.

Roberto Luongo didn't pull it together. His four losses in this series were just terrible. It's just another chapter in his long suffering career. Why couldn't it just happen the way we all wanted it to? Why couldn't Bobby Lu pull it together for the most important hockey game of his (and our) life? Why did that damned puck slide through despite the fact that he seemed to make the save? Why didn't he pay attention on the Bruin goal that came quickly after the delayed penalty was called on that semi-breakaway? You know how we always question if Luongo can regain his confidence after a tough loss? How the heck is he ever going to recover from this? Only time will tell, I guess. Cue Cory?

Long before my heart broke for the Cup loss, it broke seeing Mason Raymond in the crowd, sporting some serious medical equipment after his huge back injury from early on in game six. Sure, his injury clearly had an impact on the 'Nucks ability to get the job done in last night's clash, but like I said before, there are no excuses when it comes to game seven of the Stanley Cup Finals.

So, where do Canuck fans go from here? Well, some decided to start a small riot in the downtown area, as seen above, some decided to throw their sweaters into the fireplace and start rooting for the up and coming Edmonton Oilers, and others (like me) simply walked around with a sad look of our faces for the rest of the night and most of today.

Oh well. The suffering continues. 

So it goes.

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