I'm actually going to root, cheer, and hope for the Canucks. To note: this post comes post-playoff loss and post-riot.
But, a few weeks ago, we went to Vancouver (to see Wicked -- am-ah-zing!) and got caught up in the post-show, post-game crowds on Granville Street. Vancouver had won game two in overtime.
The goal was scored about two minutes before the show was set to begin and the entire audience inside the Queen Elizabeth Theatre erupted into a roar and cacophony of cheers and whistles. One friend (to remain anonymous) thought it was that the show was beginning. I still giggle when I think about that.
After the game, walking down Granville through the jubilant, beer-fuelled crowd, I started to feel this little sensation inside me.
I actually wanted the Canucks to win, AND I cared about it. My mum has been cheering for the Canucks for years, so I know she is happy I'm going to support them. I'm actually happy too. I've followed the Patriots for years, and I'm kind of lonely this far from Boston. I used to watch and cheer for the Leafs before the lockout (when I decided hockey was a tad...shall we say...boring).
Now, I'm in Victoria, close to Vancouver, cheering for a team that most people around me LOVE.
Call it mob mentality...actually DON'T! Please!
Whatever that little feeling was has grown. Next year, like 40 years previous, the Canucks will take a run for the cup. I'll be there, trying to stay involved and engaged, cheering for them.
So...
Go Canucks go! (Go Patriots, too!).
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