Last night, I watched the desultory Canucks get beaten by the Anaheim Mighty Ducks, who simply wanted to win more. The one goal we did score was an unlikely, end-to-end, stand-up-in-your-seats goal (temporary MPG file) from Henrik Sedin.
Though many rose from their seats as he scored, I, being difficult to impress, did not. This is unfortunate, because the guy behind me shot out of his seat and sloshed a wave of cold beer onto my head. It was as refreshing as the goal, I suppose.
That same guy, who apologized extensively for his lack of beer-control, illustrated one of my hockey pet peeves. In his running commentary of the game (a pet peeve in itself), he only referred to the Canucks by the nicknames that their fellow players use:
“C’mon Nazzy. Shoot, Bert, shoot! Hussle up there, Sopes! That’s a nice save from Clouts!”
For the hockey ignorant, those players are Naslund, Bertuzzi, Sopel and Cloutier.
This highlights the strange, personal affection fans have for employees of Orca Bay Sports, Inc. After all, it’s not like the guy behind me golfs with Trevor Linden or carpools with Mattias Ohlund. He’s probably never met them. His use of nicknames suggests an unhealthy belief that he’s familiar to these players when clearly he’s not. It’s bizarre.