Well here it is about 24 hours before game 6 in the 2011 Stanley Cup finals. I am sitting on pins and needles for two reasons tonight.
Firstly my team since the early 1990’s, the Vancouver Canucks, is one game away from winning the whole shebang and secondly Winnipeg is getting its team back.
I must admit in all honesty that I was never a huge hockey fan growing up, yes I used to sit on my Dad’s knee and steal sips of beer while we watched hockey. But I was more interested in Peter Puck than the actual games back then.
Yes as every good Canadian boy does I laced up my skates in the back yard, but I was never much of a player. My ankles always bothered me as they still do, and I spent more time on my ass as I did upright.
At this time in 1994 I was on an epic road trip. One worthy of any Animal House camera crew and probably John Belushi himself.
I was living with a few friends at the time, one of whom was a rabid Vancouver Canucks fan. We would get off of work from the video store which we both worked in, drink beer and drive his girlfriend absolutely nuts. I am actually ashamed to say it now but she fled to their bedroom while us guys hooted and shouted urging the Canucks on.