It's that lovely time of year again. The days are getting longer, the sun is shining (well except for in Vancouver apparently), the birds are chirping (which is probably not a good thing given my Ornithophbia in life) and the bandwagon jumpers are a jumpin'. That's right, it's playoff time, also known as Vancouver's version of dehibernation.
After a long winter of deciding it's too cold and rainy to leave the house, we can finally shed our snuggies and join the masses into the crowded pubs and bars to cheer on our Vancouver Canucks who now head into the third round. And yes, it's amaze as they haven't made it to the conference finals since their epic '94 cup run. It's even more amaze that they finally beat the nemesis, the Blackhawks and that Ryan Kesler single-handedly beat the Preds. But what's most amaze is how the playoffs create a comradery among us and inject life into the city again, life we haven't seen since the Olympics (and ps. can I just mention that every Canadian city that has hosted the Olympics have won the Cup the year after?*)
Finally, people are coming together in this city, celebrating and partying in the streets; we're trading in our cliques for high-fives and fist pounds with random strangers and breaking into the anthem and 'Go Canucks Go!' chants in our bars and on the streets - and it can only get better from here. So next time you're out watching the game or dawning your best Canucks paraphernalia, make new friends with the drunkard next to you and soak up the atmosphere because playoffitis is totally a thing and, dare I say, it's sticking around for awhile. ^L
PS. Go Canucks Go!
*I'm merely stating a fact. There is no jinxing intended.
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