Canucks: Home Away from Home

A few weeks ago Jacqui and headed out to the nearby Nationwide Arena to take in the Columbus Bluejacket's season opener. Now, I was never a huge hockey head until last year. Living in a hockey crazed town like Vancouver really boosted my vicarious interest in the sport. I have this with a lot of things really. Basically if other people are excited about it I get excited about it. And the entire city of Vancouver is one excitable bunch. It didn't matter that the Canucks didn't make the playoffs last year, every single game would (WOULD) inevitably be sold out. Last year Jacqui and I went to a pre-season game and the tickets were still nestled comfortably in that "this feels way to expensive but the experience will probably be worth it and I'll regret it if I don't go." category.

To counteract all this it's interesting to be in Columbus which although they boast a NHL team, is definitely not a hockey town. The citizens here like hockey alright, but with the OSU football team being number one in the nation, the city's capacity for supporting multiple sport enthusiasms is pretty tapped out. The upside of this? We scored opening night tickets for just 10.00! And even more importantly... the Bluejackets were facing our old hometown heroes the Vancouver Canucks!

Jacqui and I were pretty much the only Canucks fans on hand that night. There was one other Canuck aficionado sitting two rows in front of us and we latched on to him for moral support as soon as we spotted his Orca emblazoned jersey. Other than that one guy though we were pretty much on our own, our cheering voices mere whispers in a sea of hostile thousands.

The game did not go well for our heroes. By the time the third and final period rolled around the Canucks were down 0-2 and it looked like a shut out WHEN SUDDENLY...

OUR TEAM SCORED A GOAL! WOO-HOO!

We cheered our heads off. And in an weird show of silent solidarity the Bluejackets fans didn't even respond. It was odd. Not even one groan of disappointment. We had to scour the scoreboard to confirm that the Canucks had even scored. They had indeed but, alas, they were still down 1-2. Dang. As the minutes ticked down we slowly resigned ourselves to the "well at least they didn't get shut out" mantra WHEN SUDDENLY...

THEY SCORED AGAIN! DOUBLE WOO HOO!

Again the Columbus fans were as quiet as ninjas. No reaction at all. Again, totally weird. We again screamed our heads off as we watched the game head into over time. Telling ourselves the last two goals were flukes, but hoping for a come back miracle we watched with bated breaths WHEN, IN A FLASH!

THEY SCORED YET AGAIN! WOO HOO MULTIPLIED BY THE FORCE OF THE SUN'S GRAVITY! CANUCKS WIN!

It was sweet, delicious with just a dash of scary as we celebrated all the way out of the building weaving through hoards of dejected Bluejackets fans who were liberally giving us the stink eye. It was a proud moment for both my born and bred Canuck wife and for me her honorary spousal Canuck-by-association. Holla back for hockey!*

*Official slogan for the 2007-2008 NHL season...provided the NHL stops being lazy, reads this blog already and pays me for said slogan.