Goodbye Chicago

Three years and its over. Three years to exercise the demons. Three years to finally shut them down and shut them up. I sat on the edge of my seat, nervous, anxious, anticipating, hoping, praying, yelling, wishing and they did it. No longer will Vancouver Canucks fans have a reason to weep over losing to the Chicago Blackhawks. Tonight in a sudden death, winner takes all, overtime, game 7 of the first round of the Stanley Cup playoffs, my team for 20 years, since I was old enough to discover hockey, defeated a team that has vexed it for three long years. There was terrible officiating in this series: sometimes to our advantage but more often than not to our disadvantage. In the moment of truth at the moment of do or die a hero step and took us a step closer. Thank you Alexandre Burrows for simply shooting the puck.