This Is Progress?  I have to admit: for the very first time
since I started this blog (at the dawn of the Luongo era) I find
it impossible to tolerate my own team. I've been an unabashed
fan of the Canucks, dedicating probably way more hours than I'd
like to admit to watching, analyzing and writing for them here
or at I've mocked them when needed but generally have rolled
with the highs and lows like most headstrong supporters. But,
again for the first time, I am catching myself asking why I
bother.  That first period last night was the breaking point.
Here were the downtrodden Canucks, well rested and angry, ready
to make a statement. On the other end were the Wild, a tired
team that played the night before, traveled to Vancouver and
didn't even dress their #1 goon and don't have their #1 sniper
who's been on the sideline for weeks. The two teams were tied in
the standings, both needing the points. Honestly, what more of a
stage to showcase a change in their play could Vancouver need?
And despite all of tha