Hockey, crowds, idiocy
So the Canucks lost. Kit loyally stayed up with me to watch the game, but at my initiative we went back to bed half-way through the third period with the boys down 3-0 (it ended 4-0). I want to be clear I didn't storm off to bed refusing to watch any more. It was after three in the morning. It was clear we were going to lose. Kit had to be up for work today, and I wanted us to get the extra half hour sleep.
I'm far less bothered by the loss than I am by the riots.
I mean, OK, they lost the Stanley Cup, but they'd won three series before that and they won the President's Trophy as the best team in the regular season. You'd think there'd be some comfort.
But no. Vancouver has to show itself up as a city of poor losers. Which it isn't, even judging by every single Canucks fan friend of mine who has posted on Facebook either a) congratulations to the Bruins, b) thanks to the Canucks for a great run, c) disgust at the riots or d) some combination of the above.
Why do there always have to be some jackasses who ruin it for everyone? These riots are worse than the '94 ones. There are burnt-out cars in central Vancouver and people suffered stab wounds. Shops were looted. Apparently women ran out of the Bay with handfuls of MAC cosmetics. I mean seriously.
Great comment on the LA Times' article: "Those damn Hispanic Lakers fans, rioting again... oh wait...."
We got admiration during the Olympics for the two week love-in/street party that that turned into, and now this. Images of a beautiful, clear, blue-skyed Vancouver evening, marred with foregrounds of inane mobs tipping over cars, fires, tear gas, and IDIOTS grinning and taking photos of themselves in front of it. It's like Vancouver is, collectively, a small child. When things are good, everyone's happy and huggy and smiley and innocently lovely. But if everyone's kept up past their bed-time and something causes a tantrum, watch out.
I'm far less bothered by the loss than I am by the riots.
I mean, OK, they lost the Stanley Cup, but they'd won three series before that and they won the President's Trophy as the best team in the regular season. You'd think there'd be some comfort.
But no. Vancouver has to show itself up as a city of poor losers. Which it isn't, even judging by every single Canucks fan friend of mine who has posted on Facebook either a) congratulations to the Bruins, b) thanks to the Canucks for a great run, c) disgust at the riots or d) some combination of the above.
Why do there always have to be some jackasses who ruin it for everyone? These riots are worse than the '94 ones. There are burnt-out cars in central Vancouver and people suffered stab wounds. Shops were looted. Apparently women ran out of the Bay with handfuls of MAC cosmetics. I mean seriously.
Great comment on the LA Times' article: "Those damn Hispanic Lakers fans, rioting again... oh wait...."
We got admiration during the Olympics for the two week love-in/street party that that turned into, and now this. Images of a beautiful, clear, blue-skyed Vancouver evening, marred with foregrounds of inane mobs tipping over cars, fires, tear gas, and IDIOTS grinning and taking photos of themselves in front of it. It's like Vancouver is, collectively, a small child. When things are good, everyone's happy and huggy and smiley and innocently lovely. But if everyone's kept up past their bed-time and something causes a tantrum, watch out.