[source] Hard to believe that just a few hours ago this is how everyone around here felt. Focused and brimming with hope and faith!
I really, truly, honestly felt in my gut that we were going to win. On home ice. We would be celebrating in the streets! We had this.
Except we didn’t.
The Boston Bruins ran over our Vancouver Canucks with a Mack truck. And just like that our chance at the Stanley Cup was gone. Poof.
[source] Read the article too, it’s a gooder – Jory has been THE MAN to follow throughout the entire season, playoffs and finals.
Good game boys. To my Bruins fan friends…Congratulations!
And then all hell literally broke loose in the streets of downtown Vancouver. (FYI: I’m in Victoria…nowhere near this nonsense). A large handful of ridiculously dysfunctional trouble makers started a freaking riot. Yes, I said riot. Like flipping cars and lighting them on fire. Like smashing windows and looting stores. Like bring on the tear gas and flash-bangs.
Really? Over a game? Come on. Grow a brain.
Utterly appalling and despicable. Way to make us look really good to Boston and the rest of the free world. Keeping things classy I see. Ugh.
[source] Yup, that’s right. These asshats are so awesome that the New York Times picked up the story right away. Thanks for representing Vancouver so incredibly well and showing what good sports we Canadians are. Eff.
Please, please, please know that the rest of Vancouver, British Columbia and Canada are totally embarrassed by the actions of this small group of people. Canadians really are nice! I swear!!
Amazing full moon (and lunar eclipse!) happening out there tonight. Make sure you stop and take a look at the moon wherever you are.
[iPhone photo courtesy of @GDgeek]
A walk in the park. Chibi thought a run around the tennis courts would be fun. I knew she was a country club princess at heart.
Eats today were healthy and delicious.
Rose and Tiffaney headed off to Vegas today so for pretty much the first time in the entire playoff series we didn’t all get together for a girl’s night to watch the game.
I instead joined Ingmarie, Alex, Jessica, Justin and Derry. We noshed nachos, Jessica’s homemade guacamole, yummy potato salad and delicious ribs and pork made by Alex.
I, of course, brought salad.
Baby spinach, pea shoots, Gala apple, organic blueberries, carrot, celery and green onion. Tossed with a dressing of honey, fresh lime juice, smidge of Dijon, white wine vinegar, salt, fresh basil and olive oil. We also added herby goat cheese and pecans.
We may have finished our evening by drowning our sorrows in the better part of a bag of Ikea crack candy and a nice, entertaining episode of So You Think You Can Dance. Nothing like chocolate and reality TV to sooth the wounded soul.
[source] Next year boys. Next year.