I lived in the West End off the Burrard Bridge when they last went to the Cup. That's when I became a Canucks fan. I remember when they won game 6 and tied up the series, a couple hundred thousand people were in the streets to celebrate. It was one of the best things I've ever experienced in my life. Everyone was high-fiving and hugging each other, and there wasn't a trace of malice or negativity anywhere. It was amazing. After they lost game 7, I just shut the blinds on my apartment and went to bed. I was too disappointed. However, I kept hearing sirens throughout the night. There is a hospital a few blocks down from where we used to live, and we used to hear sirens occasionally. But that night, they were going off all the time. I had no idea what was going on. I used to work as a stock broker in the stock exchange tower in the Pacific Center, so I used to walk to work at 6am. The next morning, I was aghast at all the destruction, with glass windows shattered all over the place. I didn't know what happened until I arrived at work and read the paper. It was something. I hope they don't do that again!
Tonight is the last home game either way.
