I have 15 minutes before work but feel upset enough to express my thoughts on Game 3.  To tell you the truth I stopped watching when we gave up the first short handed goal in the second while the rest of my friends continued to watch the train wreck of a game.  I have faith in the Canucks, but it's not blind faith and I wasn't going to let myself watch get emotionally attached until they prove that they could make a game out of it. 

They didn't.

After all the dust settled, it was worse than how I imagined it.  A 8-1 beatdown. 

As I write this in the early hours of Vancouver I could hear the rain hitting against my window.  A bit of pathetic fallacy considering how the joy that was happening in the past few days with wins Game 1 and 2 came along with some of the best sunshine we had in weeks.  So it's fitting that the bitter loss comes with rain. 

As all rain clouds will eventually pass, so will the pain of this loss.  8-1 is certainly embarassing and the Canucks will rebound from this.  They'll have a few days to think over what they need to do to win.  I sort of miss the business-like attitude that the Canucks adopted during the regular season.  The stoic attitude that the Canucks had all season long. 

 I'm so tired of the theatrics with all the comments about biting and the finger waving.  It overshadows what made the Canucks great this season.  I have no doubt that the Canucks can and will regroup after this.  A loss is a loss no matter how ugly it is and there's no need to dwell on it.  There will be taunts of this humilation but we don't need to let it get to us. 

Pain is inevitable but suffering is optional. 

Go Canucks Go