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It’s gonna be a long season

The 2021 Vancouver Canucks are objectively not a good hockey team. Oh sure, once in a while they put together a solid period, but for the most part they’re like the middle Harry Potter novels: a few likeable but wildly inconsistent characters meander through overly long situations. Meanwhile, gaping holes leave even the most devoted fans wondering if and when we’ll see light at the end of the tunnel.

Brock Boeser might lose hockey games, but he sure as shootin’ didn’t lose the genetic lottery, amirite? Here he is doing his impression of a young Brad Pitt from A River Runs Through It. Screen capture from a Sportsnet intermission interview.

Elias Pettersson scored his first goal against the Habs on Saturday, but he has literally stumbled out of the gate so far this season. But even when he’s stayed on his skates, EP40 has looked ever so terrestrial thus far. Here’s an egregious giveaway that turned into a shorty for the rouge, blanc, et bleu:

Petey hasn’t been the only one. The Canucks as a team have been awash in unforced errors, a fact not lost on social media of all stripes.

Here’s last year’s leading scorer, JT Miller, showing us why his return was what this Canucks team needed to get off to the races. Oh. Wait.

The only bright spot this season has been Bo Horvat, whose five goals in seven games positions has him tied in the early race for this year’s Rocket Richard trophy. Not only is he milking that bumper spot on the power play like a young Mike Bossy, Horvat is getting up in the grill of opponents who take liberty with Vancouver goalkeepers:

Okay, but back to that Bo Horvat, Goal Scorer thing for a minute. It is imperative that the Canucks build multiple looks into the power play. When teams take away the Pettersson one-timer, or when Pettersson is in a funk and misfires, or when the mother ship comes to take Pettersson back to Planet Hockey, this beautiful tic-tac-toe routine has to do the heavy lifting. And in the first seven games, both Canuck wins dumped freaking pianos on this play’s back.

No matter what happens between the pipes at the other end, however, Vancouver needs some serious work on the back end. Even if it’s the lowly Ottawa Senators, giving the opposition this much open ice is going to end badly for the good guys:

I’m not sure this one is Holtby’s fault.
That’s what we in the biz call a shitty line change.

Coverage like this, coupled with all of those giveaways mentioned earlier, is unacceptable in fricking beer league. This despite the fact that the Canucks have well over $20 million wrapped up in their top seven defenders. Good citizens, that’s more than a quarter of the salary cap!

Screen grab from https://www.capfriendly.com/teams/canucks.

I enjoy chaos as much as the next guy — well okay, maybe not as much as Jeff Marek — but frankly this team is lacking what we call in soccer, ‘shape’. At any given time, a team with good shape is in a position to react to their opponent. If there’s a loose puck, there’s a player nearby to go after it. If there’s an attack, a defender can mitigate the situation. If there’s a chance to advance, there’s a player ready to move forward.

Good teams support the puck; that means, when your defenceman pinches into a forward position, you cover their patch of ice. If you’re defending a two-on-one, you don’t slide feet first into the corner; you take away the pass and diminish the puck carrier’s options. And for crying out loud, you don’t give a talented goal scorer like Tyler Toffoli acres of open ice to play around in on multiple occasions over a three-game stretch. The Canucks are successfully executing pretty much none of these things for long stretches at the moment. Like a minivan full of toddlers, they seem to just pile onto the ice whenever their number is called and mindlessly chase the puck en masse until the referee stops play.

As a result, the Canucks have allowed 33 goals in just seven games. That’s not just worst in the NHL, it’s the worst by a full 10 goals. Edmonton is atrocious and sit at 30th overall, and they’ve only given up 23 goals in that same span.

There may only be 56 games on the schedule this year, but if this continues, it’s gonna be a helluva long year for Canucks fans.

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Alberta Bound (and Gagged)

We wondered which Vancouver team would show up for game four in Calgary: the grimy, grindy, gritty crew that forces chances and supports the puck, or the listless, lazy, l… whatever other l-words belong here team that takes penalties and gives up five goals a game. As it turned out, the answer was both.

Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, you red four-point bastards.

During the first period, the Canucks dogged every puck carrier, they dug the puck out of the corners, and they did all the little things that win hockey games. They hustled, they hit, and Adam Gaudette alone had a bushelful of chances, but that damned Markstrom fella turned away his two breakaways and a glorious one-timer like an Albertan offered a mask at a grocery store.

They did manage to score. Yes, they scored! (Well, not on the power play. Jacob Markstrom had to make some spectacular stops, though. That’s good, right?) After 40 shots over three and a half periods, Jake Virtanen was GOOD FROM DOWNTOWN. Sadly, this ain’t basketball, so his 70-footer only counted for one point.

At least the People Who Wear Orcas had one thing to celebrate this night.

The lack of a three-point line in the ice hockey came back to haunt the Canucks, because after dominating the period — their best in this short 2021 season thus far — they held a huge edge in shots but were only one puck up on the stinkin’ beefeatin’ saddledomin’ Calgary Flames.

In the second period, Calgary killed an early penalty, then just… I’m sorry, this is very emotional. Vancouver had 16 shots in the first period, but only 11 the rest of the way. The Flames, they just… well, they took over. They put four past Thatcher Demko, who’s now allowed nine goals in two starts, and added a fifth into an empty net.

Vancouver has given up seven goals on 21 power plays so far this season, tied for 28th overall. They’ve scored exactly zero times on 15 chances of their own, which ties them for *checks notes* dead last in the NHL. Them numbers’re what we in the business call a bad combination.

Lost in all of this is the fact that Elias Pettersson looks like his mind isn’t on the game. Not even the return of JT Miller was able to break him out of the funk. At one point in the first period, Pettersson and Brock Boeser had a two-man breakaway on Markstrom, and he looked positively flabbergasted when a pass came his way. It wasn’t the best pass, I’ll admit, but come on buddy, that kind of thing is your bread and butter. You’re not supposed to stutter step and nearly fall down as the puck screams into the corner… You’re the ALIEN, dammit. Dive. Make magic. DO YOUR DEKES ALREADY, PETEY.

Long story short, the Canucks have now played three good periods of hockey in 2021. Alas, those three periods have occurred over a four-game stretch. That 1-3 record is precisely where this squad deserves to be right now.

Naming the divisions after corporate entities is perhaps the most egregious evidence of Gary Bettman’s status as a Shill with No Soul. (Translation: let’s talk about anything but the fact that even Ottawa is above Vancouver in the standings just now. OTTAWA.)

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Good news and bad news…

The good: Jacob Markstrom was solid in the shutout win, and Chris Tanev blocked like a bazillion shots and helped shut down the opposition’s top line.

The bad: those guys play for the Calgary Flames now.

Goaltender Jacob Markstrom, 30, and defenseman Chris Tanev, 31, are accused of stealing Vancouver Canuck fans’ hearts. The two men are believed to be hiding out, along with two-way winger Josh Leivo, in Calgary, Alberta. They are considered talented and dangerous. Mugshots from NHL.com.

Over the first three games, we’ve seen three very different looks from the Vancouver Canucks. In game one, the squad arrived in Edmonton with their lunchbuckets firmly in hand. From the top of the roster to the bottom, they skated hard, they bumped & ground, and they flummoxed an Oilers team that is by most measures more talented. Every player on the scorecard was dangerous, so the Oil didn’t know where to focus. Result: 5-3 win.

In game two, the good guys let Edmonton dictate play. Yes, the Canucks have some talent — elite talent, even, in Quinn Hughes and Elias Pettersson — but they just ain’t going to keep up with a roster full of Connor McDavids, Leon Draisaitls, Kailer Yamamotos, and Ryan Nugent-Hopkinses. Without the bottom six doling out hits and otherwise worrying the Oiler D, the Canuck top six found themselves working without the puck, and without much movement when they did get it. What I said above, re: ‘more talented’. Result: 5-2 loss.

Game three against the Calgary Flames saw a lot of shots both ways, but not much movement. Last season, mostly in the first half of the schedule, the Canucks feasted on the man advantage. Petey, Hughes, Brock Boeser, JT Miller, Bo Horvat… They buzzed the zone, putting the heads of penalty killers on pikes and turning opposition goaltenders dizzy. So far this year? Not so much. Here’s a video of the Canucks power play against Calgary:

Okay this is not a video, but it might as well be: the Canucks power play has gone 0-fer on the season so far, largely due to NO MOVEMENT WHATSOEVER. Newell Brown, whither your power play?

The Flames, by contrast, scored thrice when up a skater. Frankly the Canucks made it easy for Jacob Markstrom in his first game against his old club. Hopefully before game four, Travis Green reminds them that Marky isn’t their goalie any more; this isn’t warmup, and their job ain’t to shoot at 70% into his pads. Result: 3-0 loss.

Game four goes tonight, and JT Miller is back. Will he prove to be the stick that stirs the drink, as Vancouver sports radio has desperately posited the past couple of days? Or will the Canucks quickly fall to 1-3 and be an early front-runner for a lottery spot in the draft? Only four teams make the playoffs in the North (Canadian) Division. If Vancouver plays like it did in game one, they’ve got a shot at the post-season. If they put in efforts like we saw in games two and three, this year will feel a lot longer than 56 games.

On another note, what is it with the massive, yet subtle orca logos on Braden Holtby? Are these painted onto his equipment?

Braden Holtby sports a gorgeous new mask, but his nipples are about to be eaten by orcas. Screen capture alt-shift-4ed from SportsnetNOW.

Out of town, the best-looking team so far has been the Habs. Like, les mains vers le bas. What the Canucks did in game one, the Habs have done in three straight. Sure, they lost the opener to the dirty rotten stinkin’ Maple Leafs, but they were unlucky to do so, the tying goal literally bouncing into the slot off the referee to let Toronto back in it. Marc Bergevin has put together an entertaining, uptempo roster, and don’t be surprised if Montreal wins this division going away.

Did a double take when Joe Thornton scored his first as a Maple Leaf the other night. Everyone talks about “Old Man Joe”, and that beard speaks to a thousand years of growth, experience and wisdom, so it was no surprise when announcers said he was the second-oldest player to ever score a goal in a Leafs uniform. The part that hurt? At 41 years, 198 days of age, Old Man Joe is 8.5 years younger than I am.

Joseph Eric Thornton of the St Thomas, Ontario Thorntons was born in 41 BCE.
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Clutch my pearls that’s pretty

Dave Tippett tore the Oilers a new one after Wednesday’s opening night loss. He lit into them for playing a complacent game, giving up on plays, and donating scads of open ice to Canuck forwards. He may or may not have used a few o’ them fancy cuss words that Nicholas Cage is talking about over on the Netflix. When he was done, he stomped out of the dressing room. The rest is ridiculous.

How Connor McDavid doesn’t score 100 goals a year boggles the mind. This guy’s skillset is ridiculous. Photo cribbed from the Oilers website.

Long story short, Connor McDavid and the rest of the Oilers big guns were having none of the Canucks bullshit in game two. McDavid lit the lamp once, twice, thrice, Ryan Nugent-Hopkins scored a brace, and Leon Draisaitl put up four assists. It was a track meet, okay? But who are we kidding, it’s the Chosen One we need to discuss here.

The Canucks had a decent start, at least. Thatcher Demko made a couple of spectacular saves, the top line had a couple of power play looks, and the good guys were down just 1-0 with 2.5 seconds left in the first. Then, well, this happened.

Okay, we knew the Canucks wouldn’t keep McDavid goalless all season. After the intermission, they came out buzzing, Nate Schmidt lasered his first as a Canuck, whooping into the empty stands like Ric Flair gone wild… and then somebody queued up Sweet Georgia Brown.

Ain’t nobody stopping that.

After that, it was a track meet. And when you run against the fastest guy on the planet, you lose.

You can’t blame Demko tonight. He made 41 saves against one of the most potent offenses in the league. The guy at the other end of the ice, though, Mikko Koskinen, made 38 saves on 40 tries. Count ’em up, and McDavid scored one more than the entire Canucks team.

Full game highlights here:

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Undefeated in 2021

The Canadian Division has pundits and advertisers in this country licking their chops. it’s socially distanced, masked, and sanitized, of course, but make no mistake: thar be choplickin’ in them thar office towers. Thanks to COVID-19, the Great White North is guaranteed a team in the Stanley Cup semi-finals. Not many people have the Canucks making hay this year — of course, Sportsnet is positively salivating at the possibility of their beloved Leafs in the final four — but on opening night, at least, they made a pretty good case for themselves.

Vancouver and Edmonton have some of the most dynamic young players in the league. They both had lethal power plays last year, but with JT Miller on the sidelines with a possible Covid exposure, you had to give the edge to the dirty rotten stinkin’ Oilers coming into the game. In many ways, this felt like a pre-season game. There were jelly legs, there were gaffes, and there were lapses at both ends.

Bo Horvat scored the first Canucks goal of the season. Photo ruthlessly swiped from the interweb.

But there was also Tanner Pearson finding Bo Horvat to open the scoring. Adam Larsson missed his assignment and gave the captain so much room he was able to open a Covid screening clinic between the face off dots before going blocker on Mikko Koskinen. Hey Dave Tippett, do you even defense, bro?

There was Adam Gaudette causing a stink and chipping in with some secondary scoring when the top line was still finding their stride. It is always satisfying to see the Oilers go from swagger to slump in a couple of minutes’ time.

There was also Brayden Holtby, keeping Connor McDavid and his ridiculous hands off the score sheet. This is a guy who has averaged two points a game in season openers since he came into the NHL, and he went bagel against the Canucks this night. I don’t need Holtby in the Vezina conversation to enjoy this season — and frankly with the way the Oilers burned him high glove twice tonight that likely isn’t in the cards anyway — but damnation was it fun to see 97 dipsy doodle through three or four players but not rack up a half dozen points in the process.

Brayden Holtby looked good in his orca blue debut. Photo cribbed from Canucks Twitter feed.

And there was Quinn Hughes, too, looking positively mortal for 40 minutes, then laying two spectacular plays upon us — both resulting in wicked Brock Boeser wristers in the back of the net. After a little shake and bake along the blue line, Hughes got dumped on his ass and pinned by Kailer Yamamoto. After a few players overskated the puck, Hughes, seated and facing in the opposite direction, backhanded a blind pass to Boeser, who was quarantining in the Oiler slot. Like, seriously, Edmonton, twice in this game you left white shirts embarrassingly alone with your goaltender.

Quinn Hughes used Jedi mind tricks to force four different players to miss the puck before backhanding a pass to Brock Boeser all alone in the slot. From a seated position while facing his own net. Pixelated screen shot grabbed from an overly expensive game stream.

Oh, there was Nils Höglander busting his butt all night long and getting rewarded with his first NHL goal. If this kid plays half this well half the time, methinks Horvat has finally got a decent winger. The Sportsnet panel was so excited about him after the game I’m pretty sure they think he’s a Leaf.

Thankfully, there was not a defensive scramble every five minutes. Nate Schmidt, Tyler Myers, Alex Edler, and Travis Hamonic all provided solid defending. Olli Juolevi took a few shots for the giveaway that got the Oil on the board, but in all the kid put in some good minutes and didn’t look out of place in the rotation. #23 screened Holtby on at least one of the Edmonton goals, but Edler gonna Edler, you know?

Last but not least, there was Harnarayan Singh making his English-language debut on the national broadcast after serving as the Punjabi announcer since 2008. Growing up in Alberta, this guy knows his hockey, even if he was much more excited for the three Oiler goals than the five put up by Vancouver. Even still, there were no Boninoboninobonino calls this night. Give him time. I’m sure he’ll give us some gold before he’s done.

After 13 years and hundreds of games as the voice of Hockey Night in Punjabi, Harnarayan Singh made his English-language debut in the national play-by-play chair on Wednesday night. The Alberta native did just fine, thank you very much, and gives the country some much-needed visible diversity in its hockey coverage. Photo larceny occurred on the HNIC Punjabi website.

In all, a mildly entertaining opener that resembled a pre-season game as much as anything else. But in a 56-game season, two points is bigger than ever. And unlike the evil plottin’ schemin’ Maple Leafs, the Canucks didn’t give a division rival a Bettman loser point to get them.

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A Series of Unfortunate Decisions – The Promising Prospect

Dear Canucks Fan,

You have no doubt become aware of this, yet I still feel it necessary to warn you that the hockey team you follow is terrible. Languishing low in the league, Vancouver, despite its stated intention of competing for a playoff spot, seems instead destined to once again offer its fans the cold consolation  of a lottery pick.

(My apologies for the Lemony Snicket-style alliteration, I’m just really excited for Neil Patrick Harris as Count Olaf.) Continue reading A Series of Unfortunate Decisions – The Promising Prospect →

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Weird Goals II

We at Pucked in the Head appreciate weirdness. Odd scoring plays, in particular, bring us equal parts unbridled joy and unsolicited hate mail. Consequently, we are happily wary to present this, the second installment of Weird Goals. (The inaugural Weird Goals post can be found here.)

Loui Eriksson starts off his Canucks tenure with a bang
From horrible trades and season-long injuries to embarrassing contracts and mysterious coaching changes, the Vancouver Canucks have had a rough go of things since gifting the Boston Bruins the 2011 Stanley Cup final. The latest bit of bizarre came on the opening night of 2016-17 against the dirty, rotten, stinkin’ Calgary Flames.

After signing a big off-season free agent contract, Loui Eriksson was making his Canucks debut. Less than ten minutes into the first period, Troy Brouwer drew a penalty; Ryan Miller skated to the bench for an extra attacker, as the Canucks had possession. Eriksson found himself hounded by four — count ’em, four! — Flames, and despite having the delayed penalty on his side, panicked. He threw the puck back to his defenseman, but WAIT! The D were thinking line change and/or attack, so the puck slid the length of the ice and directly into the Vancouver net. Brouwer got credit for the snipe before heading to the box for an ineffective Canucks power play.

Interesting point: after this game, Canucks goalie Ryan Miller had a perfect 1.000 save percentage, and courtesy of a Vancouver shootout win, a 1-0 record. However, he was not credited with a shutout because of Eriksson’s blunder.

Twitter just it up, as you can imagine. BTW, after nine games in Canuck blue and green, this remains Eriksson’s lone goal of the season.

Flames score as Dumba goal as you’ll ever see
What the hell, Calgary? You get all these bizarro goals and you’re still a Pacific Division stinker? I mean, sure, you’ve got that one win for Lanny back in ’89, but jeez Louise, you’ve gotta turn all of these awful gimmes into more than one lousy Cup.

Devan Dubnyk has no chance at all when a shot by David Jones goes off Mike Reilly’s stick, then caroms off Matt Dumba’s head into the net.

Marc Bergevin throws the puck into his own net
Who says the San Jose Sharks only have bad luck? Early in this game against the St Louis Blues, Marc Bergevin decides to gift some karma to Mike Ricci et al with a shortstop-worthy flip into the back of his own goal. Gary Suter dumps the puck in; Bergevin gloves it and tries to fling it away from the onrushing Sharks forwards. Instead, it flies past a stunned Roman Turek into the Blues net. Tie game.

Ed Belfour gifts Mike Gartner, 1993 All-Star Game
Mike Gartner isn’t supposed to play. An allegedly hungover Ed Belfour probably shouldn’t. Together, they make magic in the first period of the 1993 All-Star Game.

Belfour comes well out of the net to prevent the fastest skater in the league from catching up to an Adam Oates clearing play, and lets the puck through the wickets with hilariously bad form. Gartner, added to the lineup to replace injured Rangers teammate Mark Messier, scores his second goal in 22 seconds to put the Wales Conference up 2-0 early. (He goes on to score two more and earn MVP honours before the game is out; Belfour allows six goals in his 20 minutes of duty.)

Bonus: the 1993 All-Star Game in its entirety.
Watch Wayne Gretzky, Ray Bourque, Patrick Roy, Steve Yzerman, Pat Lafontaine, Pavel Bure, Alexander Mogilny and Adam Oates, among others, as the Wales Conference beats the Campbell Conference 16–6. Twenty years ago, the ASG was actually watchable.

 

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Why is Willie Ducking Criticism?

Last week, the Vancouver Canucks held a couple of town hall meetings with season ticket holders, in which President Trevor Linden and GM Jim Benning outlined the direction of the team, such as it is, and defended themselves against accusations of general incompetence.

Willie Desjardins, Trevor Linden & Jim Benning
Willie Desjardins, Trevor Linden and Jim Benning appeared together in pre-season pressers, but ol’ Willie has been absent from recent town halls. Photo cribbed from an admittedly poorly-written Reddit subthread.

Notably absent from accounts of this meeting was any discussion of head coach Willie Desjardins. The Canucks bench boss seems to me to be coasting along in the wake of terribleness left by the front office. Lost amid the annoyance of the stupid money given to Derek Dorsett is the fact that Dorsett is getting more ice time than youngster Jake Virtanen, with no benefit to the club at all. Sven Baertschi is only barely ahead of Brandon Prust.  Jared McCann is dead even with Adam Cracknell. For an organization that’s prioritizing youth development at the moment, these decisions are incredibly odd, but with Benning flushing assets down the toilet on the waiver wire every week and blundering through trade after trade, nobody seems to pay attention to the coach.

Desjardins is not a tactically strong coach. He was roundly out-coached in last year’s playoffs by Bob Hartley. His stubborn refusal to deploy the Sedins for offensive zone faceoffs to maximize their output, as Alain Vigneault did during his tenure, has cost the club countless scoring opportunities this season.

Desjardins was this regime’s guy. He was the anti-Torts. The one to nurture the kids after a year of neglect. It’s no surprise, then, that odds-makers don’t favour him to be shown the door any time soon. If, though, the Canucks are really serious about making the playoffs every year during this rebuild, he’ll need to be replaced sooner rather than later.

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Jacob Markstrom and the hooded fang

Jacob Markstrom is a large man.
Jacob Markstrom has found a groove since taking over the reins during the Christmas break. Photo by Jason Kurylo for Pucked in the Head.

If you’re one of the fifteen people who regularly attended Abbotsford Heat games, you’re not surprised to learn that this Jacob Markstrom kid can tend goal. See, before he took the Utica Comets to the AHL championship series last season, Markstrom played three full seasons in the Florida Panthers system (with the Rochester Americans and San Antonio Rampage). Despite lacking a nickname of any sort, Jacob Markstrom seemed to have the local boys’ number.

Here is where a thoughtful writer would put in some research to get actual statistics, but I’m going to eschew that process in favour of made-up stuff. And I’ll also throw random nicknames at the wall in hopes something sticks. Jacob took two-two points out of the Valley like no hooded fang’s business. The Man They Call Mister Marley beat the Heat no fewer than 157 out of 158 games at the Abbotsford Sport and Entertainment Centre over a three-year period, and earned no fewer than seven thousand shutouts.

Okay, so numbers aren’t my strong suit. Suffice to say, the boy can play.

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Canucks to Celebrate Grizzlies In Cheap Marketing Ploy

I’ve always liked basketball. Back in high school, I spent many an afternoon accruing my mandatory 30 hours (and then some) of volunteer experience running the scoreboard or the shot clock in the McRoberts Secondary gymnasium. Go Strikers. That volunteer work was, I like to think, one of the reasons that my best friend’s dad, when he hired his kid, hired me as well to work on the Vancouver Grizzlies’ stats crew.

I loved that club. I sat court-side for four wonderful, terrible seasons. I watched Stockton and Malone run their pick and roll to perfection right in front of me, I saw Michael Jordan play, and I passed Larry Bird in the hallway. I also exchanged pleasantries with Bryant Reeves, who for all his shortcomings as a basketball player is one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet.

I watched Sam Mack rain three-pointers, Blue Edwards hit clutch shots, and I nearly punched a hole in the wall when a terrible decision erased a Vancouver win against the Lakers in L.A. Regular readers of this blog will be unsurprised to know that I once owned the original teal blue Grizzlies road jersey, with who else but Shareef Abdur-Rahim on the back. To the best of my memory, that is the only jersey I have ever purchased that I have later consigned to a donation bin. The Grizzlies, now and forever, can fuck right off. Continue reading Canucks to Celebrate Grizzlies In Cheap Marketing Ploy →