I told everyone I know (and everybody in British Columbia listening on CBC radio) that I would cry at some point during game 7.
I was hoping it would be tears of joy for after clinching a Vancouver Stanley Cup championship, but it was not to be. But I was also surprisingly calm at the end of the game and through the Boston Bruins’ celebrations. Maybe it was because the outcome was evident in the second period, but the devastation I expected to feel did not immediately come, either.
This is what it is like to be a Canucks fan. When you watch as much as hockey, and as much Canucks as I do, you’ve seen the story before. You never fully believe. There are so many more downs than ups. And the few ups that there have been over the years, turn into disappointment by the end. It is not easy to be a Canucks fan. We’ve seen the story time and time again. You come to just expect it. Forty-one years now. And I’m not quite sure why we keep coming back.
Everyone says the sting of this defeat will give way eventually. I’m not so sure. The implications of this loss are immense and potentially fascinating.
For all the greatness this team and these players have shown in the past couple of years, their legacy in Vancouver was very probably set with this loss. The heroes, rightly or wrongly, will be vilified. Unlike in years past, disappointment will linger. In 1982 and 1994 we could take pride in their underdog efforts. But the 2011 team, burdened by the highest of expectations, will be remembered for failing, even though they came oh so close.