Vancouver’s alive, Nashville is dead. My keychain fob is the Preds logo so I’m soft for them – but not vs. the Canucks. Plus they kept showing Mike Fisher last night and as much as I am a Carrie Underwood fan, the whole idea that he left Ottawa for Nashville after he married his country singer wife – finger down throat. And I hate Ottawa.
I hated it when Gretzky did it too. What’s with the pull of these wives? Oooh I can’t live in Edmonton/Ottawa/Canada – it’s too cold there.
Thing is, I can never like Fisher. It’s the Senator smear. Once the town’s touched them, they are sullied and untouchable. Redden, Chara, Fisher, crazy Ray Emery. Sorry, not crazy – just mad.
Wouldn’t welcome any of them with a ten foot pole. When Redden was good – because he’s not good anymore – a reporter suggested that if he be traded, what would he think of becoming a Leaf? Redden said he’d never play for Toronto.
Wouldn’t have you.
Anyway, Canucks vs. – not decided yet. I’m swinging a (figurative) Tampa Bay flag. We did buy a Vancouver flag for our car a few weeks back. My husband and I stood in the parking lot trying to figure out how to get the fucking thing on. Finally, he says:
Let’s get the hell out of here and do this at home. I feel like an idiot.
I figured it out as we drove. Flag flies proudly now.
