Maybe I'm just wired different, but I have mostly fond memories of 2011. I remember just about every playoff goal (with help of my constant need to re-watch the run), the feeling I had for those goals...hell I even remember the weather at the time and cutting the grass in my Kesler tshirt etc. I remember like every small detail as we went along in 2011.
It's like a breakup for me - I usually remember all the good times instead of the bad times, like most people do. Not sure why that happens for me. While heartbroken, all the good memories come rushing back no matter how bad it got. Even though we lost, it was still the best Canucks team ever assembled and I am pretty happy I was able to experience a run like that. My dad talked about 1994, but it's nice to experience a run for yourself.
When Spring/playoff time rolls around, I always get some flashbacks to 2011. I love hockey in summer weather because it reminds me of the SCF run. I just hope to grow to love a Canucks team as much as I've loved that team.
I don't even hate the Bruins anymore...don't really care too much, except when Lucic still thinks he's relevant in today's game.
i think for me, re: thinking about 2011 and good and bad feelings, i think about that run and i remember my two childhood friends from vancouver coming over every other night to watch the games on my couch in toronto. one of them literally would get home from work, make dinner, put the kids to bed, then cross the dvp and drive from decently far east to way the fff out west so we could watch the playoffs together. and he'd pick up a snack to bring on the way. and those games ended really late, especially the san jose series.
yesterday totally randomly i made my five year old watch the burrows game seven goal. it was completely different from how i'd described it to him. it wasn't a breakaway like i remember, he didn't do the forehand backhand deke like i remembered, i was right that it was campoli's fault but in my memory a canuck had flipped it high and campoli had mis-timed gloving it down, sending burrows in alone. i also remembered burrows doing the bourdon salute, which didn't happen, or at least it wasn't shown on the cbc feed, which is what i would have watched at the time. the only thing that was accurate was oreskovich hilariously trying to get into the celebration but nobody making room for him. but you know, those aren't the details you remember. i will never in my life forget the feeling when frolik scored on that penalty shot or when luongo had to come back in or when chicago ended it in OT. i was at my friend's having thanksgiving dinner; her mom, who i hadn't seen since high school, was visiting. and i will never ever in my life forget the three of us just sitting there on my couch in total silence when burrows scored. we didn't yell, scream, celebrate, or anything. we just felt relieved and not nervous anymore and it was a beautiful feeling.
same with '94. i remember exactly where i was during game five. the dads at field hockey practice listening on the sidelines on a little hand radio and yelling to us that we were up 3-0. then getting into the car to go home and turning on cknw and it's 3-3. i remember exactly which subway i was in with my mom and her trying to get our order through to get home as fast as possible to catch the end of the game and as we're leaving someone walks in and says, bure just scored again, it's 6-3.
this isn't universal but i think my relationship with this team is a relationship of convenience. i lived and died for that '94 team from the moment these new bc guys ronning and courtnall pushed gretzky in the playoffs, and i lived and died for that gillis era team. but i think of it as like being in college and you can either date the girl who lives on your floor or this other girl you see once a week in your german lit class who seems totally awesome. 95% of the time you're going to end up dating the girl who lives on your floor. you won't always fall madly in love with the girl who lives on your floor, or you won't fall madly in love with all of the girls who live on all of your floors, but it's easy, they're there, and you might fall madly in love with one of them once and you might have a whirlwind passionate fling with another a couple of years later.
and so whatever, messier was here and i didn't really watch a lot of hockey, or naslund didn't score any goals against minnesota and then bertuzzi didn't try at all all year and then lost his mind one night in colorado. you invest what the team makes you invest. and as hard as it was to watch this team turn into total dogshit in the years after 2011, which has probably soured me way more than anything that happened in the finals, i kind of feel like it's not like winning game seven would have given me any more memories than i have. they still played the same amount of games, i still watched the same amount of hockey and hung out with my friends the same amount, and morons still lit downtown on fire. it would have felt good to have won that game, but now that it's almost ten years later i don't know how not winning it really materially impacts my life or how i watch hockey except every now and then someone on an internet message board throws it in my face and i get a little angry for a minute.