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Game 7 Coffee- A strength that none can match

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It's funny, but this is both the hardest and the easiest blog post I have ever had to write.  There's not much more that needs to be said.  All of the garbage, the distractions and everything that this team and we have fans have had hurled at us matters not.  There's no middle ground here, it's either glorious victory or another agonizing defeat. 

I spent a lot of time on the ride out to Swartz Bay thinking about what could happen tonight.  I really began to struggle about what to write.  How in the hell do you find the words to convey something of this magnitude.  MrsWaachcast sent me pictures of some of the signs for Wall Drugs and it hit me.  For those of you who aren't familiar with the story, it's a drugstore in a small town in South Dakota.  Every road leading to it for hundreds of miles is littered with kitschy billboards as you near the place, and billboards have sprung up around the world, in places like the London Underground and the South Pole. What the hell does this have to do with Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals?  There are no more billboards to see.  The journey is over now.  All that remains is one game, one shot to win it all.  ThI thought about 1994, the pain being so close caused us all.  I thought about the players over the last 40 years, from the ones who deserved their name on this silver chalice to the ones who are mere footnotes this journey.  This is for all of them.  For every player that ever put on this jersey (regardless of what colour scheme they were using that particular season).  For every one of you that hung on every word of Jim Robson, Tommy Larscheid and now John Shorthouse and Dave Tomlinson.  For Son of Sam, Hammer and MayRay.  For Luc.  BELIEVE.

Henrik Sedin was right.  Regardless of how they got there, getting the chance to play in a winner takes all game at home?  Who in their right mind wouldn't take that?  And here we are in this celebration season.  40 years of heartbreak, of disappointment and frustration can all be erased tonight.  And the road is far from easy, much like this entire season.  Injuries to key players, bad breaks and bounces for the opponents and the weariness that comes from the beating we as a fanbase have seen this team take at the hands of a good chunk of the media with a seemingly clear agenda.  You can't blame us for how we feel today.  It seems like the entire world is against us.  You know what?  It's not going to be enough to stop us.  You can feel it inside, pounding like a drum.  It's the heartbeat of Canuckleheads worldwide.  And whether the rest of this damn country likes it or not: The Stanley Cup is not leaving the country.

A quick thank you to MrsWaachcast this morning for helping to keep me from throwing up on the ferry ride over.  This is the only thing that could keep me from your side at this moment, and your love and support is what keeps me going.

I will do my best to bring you the sights and sounds of this incredible day from a vantage point I am still shocked and blessed to have.

It's a scary thing I know.  But there's nothing to fear, Canucks fans.  You are not alone.  We are ALL Canucks!

No more
No more are the days that I will
Fear for I have found a strength that
None can match and I'll push forward

Never has the blood in my veins
Flowed so fiercely as when I feel this around me
I am whole