The Ice-Prancing Chinaman

I've gone to about 100 Canucks games since I was a baby. I've sat nosebleeds, front row club, row two corners, luxury suites. I've played between periods in the mini game as a 10 year old.

Saw (hero) Peter Forsberg from 20 feet away, while he undressed 3 players and a goalie in Overtime to put the Canucks down 3 games to 0 in the freekin PLAYOFFS, and I got the puck - the ice cleaner threw the puck over the glass towards a crowd of people, the puck bounced off the crowd, rolled down 8 seats and hit my foot. [The picture below is the actual goal]

I have 6 different Canucks jerseys, and some of the most hideous souvenirs ever sold (bobbleheads, zambonis, coin collections, scoreboard lamp, license plate holder).

I volunteered in the Canucks photo library for Co-op in Gr 11. I work in the stadium store doing jersey lettering.

I was there when Bertuzzi clocked Steve Moore from behind. I watched Gretzky score a hat trick for the New York Rangers and make the Canucks look like children. I've seen goalie fights, a 0-0 tie, Canada vs. Russia, Trevor Linden as a NY Islander, Mike Peca knocking out Teemu Selanne with a hit, a 5-5 tie after the Canucks were down 5-2 shorthanded with 2:30 left.

The point is that I miss those rich white boys who make up the NHL. It's some of the most inspiring stuff in life, for me. My family lives and breathes this shite. We all started skating at age 3 1/2. Jordan plays junior A in Ontario, Trevor just won the floor hockey Cup at school, I got to play against the bastards known as the TWU hockey team (represent, eh thea?). My Dad has watched us play at least 1500 minor hockey league games, my mom could name most of the Canucks starting roster, it's disguisting.

D. SGUISTING.

(Don't worry Justin, this won't be a hockey blog)