Another One Bites the Dust. Boston/Vancouver

Have you ever been to a party where, from the second you enter the room, you know its going to suck? You hear crappy music, listen to morons discuss asinine topics with heated vigor, and the food looks like something Randy Moss wouldn't feed to his dog. As you scope the landscape you also notice the party's a complete sausage-feast.


Barely six minutes into the first period of last night's game six of the Stanley Cup Finals, I began to search for my keys. This party was over.


The Vancouver Canucks had a 3-2 series lead and could have captured Lord Stanley, but played horribly. They looked looked like a team that was down 3-0 in series. No one looked like they wanted anything to do with the puck after Milan Lucic netted Boston's second goal. The Canucks stopped playing. Hell, they stopped trying! Whatever grit or effort Vancouver had left after Lucic's goal was chewed up (oh! too soon?) when Andrew Ference and Michael Ryder made it 4-0.

This is nothing new.

Anyone who watched game five on Saturday knows that Boston only lost because of a garbage goal late in the game. Time beat Boston in game five, not the Canucks. Truth is, Vancouver has been playing as bad as Rory McIlroy on the back nine. They look sloppy offensively, much to worried about playing the body than the puck, and their superstars have vanished. No one more so than Roberto Luongo.





The man that was titanium tough in leading Canada to the 2010 Gold Medal is seemingly made out of parchment paper now. Granted, his defense did him no favors last night, but those are stops he has to make. If Vancouver has any hope in winning the Cup they need the Roberto Luongo of the first two games.


Prove me wrong.