I'm a Wild fan, but short of them winning a Cup, watching Vancouver meltdown and blow the Cup on home ice is about as good as it gets for me. For one thing, they are one of the Wild's biggest rivals but it goes much deeper than that.
Let's start with their fans. Until last winter, I had always felt a kinship with Canada and hoped they did well in international sporting events. That all changed in the Olympics last year when Vancouver fans booed Team USA hockey no matter who we were playing against like we were the villains. Same continent, bro! Then last night they booed throughout the trophy presentations and destroyed their own downtown. Canadians are really eh holes (thanks Aaron).
As for the team itself I've hated them ever since Todd Bertuzzi almost committed murder on the ice on the cheapest play the NHL has ever seen. Yeah, it was the act of one man but violence begets violence and maybe that never happens if he is in a different locker room.
When the Wild made their magical run in 2003, coming back against the choking Canucks was especially sweet. Well, let's face it, ending Patrick Roy's stupid career was awesome too.
Fast-forward to this year. The Canucks went up 2-0 in the series along with Burrow's bite and Rome's cheap shot. The thought of them hoisting hockey's Holy Grail was enough to make my stomach turn. Luckily for me, Vancouver is the least clutch team in hockey and Roberto Luongo is a whiny douche who comes up small in big moments. Oh yeah, and the creepy Sedin twins are regular season champions who don't come through when it matters most.
Whew, that rant felt good. Baseball anyone?
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