This insignificant road game had been talked about for weeks. Or days. It was the beginning of a seven thousand nine hundred and twenty-nine kilometre journey to the farthest reaches of league. In other words it was near the center of the universe. Many Some A few gullible Orca followers had predicted the end of the slide of five. The beginning of a tougher, pluckier Canucks road team that played to win - win or lose.
And they were right. Until half way through the second. But, let's save the sewer water curses for later.
The full crew that brought us 4, count 'em 4 consecutive victories to start the season were on the ice.