I wore my blue Vancouver Canucks’ shirt proudly on Wednesday, fully intending to skip out of work soon to attend a Stanley Cup parade.
I refused to believe the Boston Bruins could pull it off, and figured even if they did, the city would honour the Canucks anyway.
They did in 1982, the only day I ever skipped school (One of my shop teachers just knew: he told me to have fun downtown as I raced out of his class to catch the bus).
I thought I would be able to do that again. But after the shocking performance following Game 7, all I can say is “fat chance.”
If the City of Vancouver ever allows people to party in the streets again, it will be a miracle.
A high school friend wondered on Facebook how she would tell her young children in the morning what happened.
Frankly, I’m as stumped as she is. How, indeed? How to come up with polite words to explain the stupidity?
Susan Quinn is the Alberni Valley News editor.
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