Canuck fans are a funny bunch. This peculiarity might come from being one of the oldest existing NHL franchises to have never won a championship, but they like to delude themselves that they are better than they are. Like the woman who is forever the bridesmaid, they reek of desperation.
Take, for example, after sweeping the just-happy-to-be-there St. Louis Blues in 2009, a Vancouver newspaper sponsored a contest for readers to plan the Stanley Cup parade route for their imminent and long-deserved championship. We all know now that they got bounced out quickly by the Blackhawks the next round. The Vancouver media should never have messed with karma by pulling such a shameless stunt. Or how about their rioting after losing game 7 of the 1994 Stanley Cup Finals. I took a sadistic pleasure in watching this, but it screamed of an insecurity too long ignored.
Seeing as how their team is more or less 40 years old, its fair to say the franchise and its fans are going through a mid-life crisis. Hung up on an unfulfilled youth with unaccomplishmed goals, they fill their empty souls with expensive sports cars like Mats Sundin and buoy their sinking egos with planned parade routes. All this while fast becoming a fat and balding eyesore to their brethren of the NHL.
Vancouver, your time has gone and your chance has passed. Accept it.
