Remember that horribly contrived marketing scheme the Canucks unveiled back in October, whereas they chose a fan to raise the number 7 banner into the rafters each game? A direct rip-off of the Seahawks 12th man salute, it just never caught the fancy of the Vancouver faithful and was mercifully placed on the back burner. The banner still flies (Whaddya think of that Brendan Morrison?), but the pomp and circumstance are lost on an intelligent fan base.
But, as I watched the first round of these playoffs unfold, I couldn't help but think about the 7th man. Not in the schmaltzy marketing schemed ways of the corporates in the Canucks offices...rather, in a higher form.
How else to explain the countless clangs off the post by Backes, McDonnell, Tkachuk during the series. What about Alex Edler's skate, on the blue line, just as the puck arrives, to deflect it out of danger? What of Luongo, getting twisted around like a stadium pretzel, in an attempt to keep the puck out of the net...only to come up lame, but, yet able to continue through the game? What about the raised games of Ryan Johnson, Mason Raymond, Kyle Wellwood?
Finally...what about that series clinching goal, with 19 seconds remaining in overtime by Alex Burrows and the resulting tribute he paid to his friend?
Thanks for being there Luc...