Post-Game Talk: Vancouver Canucks @ Florida Panthers | Jan 11 | 4:00PM PST | SNET

[Kryten]

If Florida wins the cup before us I'm going downstairs, grabbing a rope and throwing it over a rafter.

On the way up the rope casts a shadow that looks like a 1 and you smile reminiscing of McLean and Luongo. Then as it goes over the rafter the shadow turns into 11

 

[Frank Garrett]

He really needs to get traded this deadline - always something with this guy. No training camp for two years, vaccine drama, always hurt.

Also, I’m going to make a prediction that Pettersson has a huge road trip and it starts this game with a goal.

Dramanic

 

[LordBacon]

My prediction: the team that scores more goals win this one.

 

[Chairman Maouth]

On the way up the rope casts a shadow that looks like a 1 and you smile reminiscing of McLean and Luongo. Then as it goes over the rafter the shadow turns into 11

Creative.

 

[Aphid Attraction]

On the way up the rope casts a shadow that looks like a 1 and you smile reminiscing of McLean and Luongo. Then as it goes over the rafter the shadow turns into 11

This is hilariously dark bro.

 

[Canucks LB]

Why is hamonic not playing exactly?

 

[The Stig]

Why is hamonic not playing exactly?

Hes busy at home, cataloging his vast collection of tiny hotel bottles of shampoos and lotions.

 

[wonton15]

Why is hamonic not playing exactly?

Yes.

At this point, lets just assume he never comes back.

 

[F A N]

Why is hamonic not playing exactly?

Hes busy at home, cataloging his vast collection of tiny hotel bottles of shampoos and lotions.

Yes.

At this point, lets just assume he never comes back.

Hamonic sure is getting a lot of hate on here.

Hamonic was last seen limping to the dressing room after a bit from Marchand. He’s been out with a lower body injury ever since.

I think he sprained his right ankle. The recovery time for a high ankle sprain is 6-8 weeks. If that’s what Hamonic has, it shouldn’t be surprising that he is still out.

 

[Grub]

I think we win this one. Team is raging to go, and will have a lot of energy.

 

[Kryten]

Creative.

On a warm June night Chairman watches his TV through his empty glass, bewildered yet not surprised. He groans as the Panthers kill off the last few seconds of a 3-0 win in game 6 of the Stanley Cup finals to win their first ever championship. The crushed opponents are the Colorado Avalanche in a fitting twist of fate rematch last seen 26 years ago.
“It’s not fair” he says, remembering the pain he felt 11 years earlier when his favourite team had their chance stolen away. He does not feel sympathy for the Avalanche though, only contempt. For he remembers the haunting memories of Sakic, Hejduk, Deadmarsh, Forsberg, and the Roy’s burgandy and blue stains on that most precious Lord Stanleys treasure.
This is the third year in a row where a team in Florida has won the cup with mainly Canadian players. Chairman watches as the Panthers do a victory lap around the ice in front of 9000 home fans and the hundreds watching from home. Conn Smythe winner Johnathan Huberdeau and his #11 jersey is the main focus of every camera at the arena. Chairmans right eye twitches uncontrollably as that number triggers his PTSD. Even though he already took his Zoloft that morning he finds an expired Paxil bottle with one pill left. He turns the TV off, crushes the pill with his empty glass and applies it directly to his right eye. “It burns!” He yells, knocking the glass off his TV tray with a half eaten HungryMan dinner falling shortly after. His phone starts dinging with text messages, surely his friends want to bug him about another year his team failed, another year a new team raised the cup before his own. He squints at his phone with his only working eye to see it is not friends being cruel, but HFBoard members saying don’t do it! His real friends, HFBoards Canucks members remember that offhand comment he made earlier in January about this scenario now a reality, a comment made on GDT vs these very same Panthers on the 11th of that month. Mr Mao smirks knowing people care but just as he was about to reply he receives a message from an unknown number, it simply says “11-MM”. Distraught and now tearing from both eyes he throws his phone into the television breaking it, but not completely. The screen is shattered but still flickers underneath in a blue and black screensaver mode, all that can be read is the time 11:11. He cannot believe his watery eye and runs to the kitchen sink to rinse out the pain from the expired Paxil. Minutes go by before the pain subsides and Maouth regains some function in his right eye. He notices green flashing, illuminating his dark kitchen. “There must have been a quick power outage” he mutters to himself, focusing his eyes he looks at his stove 11:11 it flashes taunting him. He looks at his microwave 11:11 the green lights turn to red as Chairman loses his will to go on. He cannot go another day seeing that number or the “bald headed f*** eating chips on TV”. Chairman opens the basement door and turns on the light with a plan. Each step he takes he is overcome with another reason he should turn back. Just when he reaches the bottom of the stairs and ponders his last reason to live his OCD brain whispers ever so softly “11 stairs”. All the reasons for living evaporate in an instant as he looks for the perfect rafter with rope in hand. He tosses the rope up and each second feels like an eternity, it is like time slowed down yet his mad thoughts did not. Something startling catches his eye to his left, a shadow of the rope ascending, dancing. It looks like a number 1, the number of Chairman’s favourite goaltenders Captain Kirk McLean and trivia Captain Roberto Luongo. He looks to his feet in shame, guilty that he would leave his heroes behind as the rope crests his chosen rafter. He pans his sight upward and hears a crinkle and crunch from behind. He spins around only to be greeted by

“I hate you and will never see you again in a minute, you will torment me no more” Chairman yells. The Mark of the beast replies “you’re already in hell”

 

[Nona Di Giuseppe]

On a warm June night Chairman watches his TV through his empty glass, bewildered yet not surprised. He groans as the Panthers kill off the last few seconds of a 3-0 win in game 6 of the Stanley Cup finals to win their first ever championship. The crushed opponents are the Colorado Avalanche in a fitting twist of fate rematch last seen 26 years ago.
“It’s not fair” he says, remembering the pain he felt 11 years earlier when his favourite team had their chance stolen away. He does not feel sympathy for the Avalanche though, only contempt. For he remembers the haunting memories of Sakic, Hejduk, Deadmarsh, Forsberg, and the Roy’s burgandy and blue stains on that most precious Lord Stanleys treasure.
This is the third year in a row where a team in Florida has won the cup with mainly Canadian players. Chairman watches as the Panthers do a victory lap around the ice in front of 9000 home fans and the hundreds watching from home. Conn Smythe winner Johnathan Huberdeau and his #11 jersey is the main focus of every camera at the arena. Chairmans right eye twitches uncontrollably as that number triggers his PTSD. Even though he already took his Zoloft that morning he finds an expired Paxil bottle with one pill left. He turns the TV off, crushes the pill with his empty glass and applies it directly to his right eye. “It burns!” He yells, knocking the glass off his TV tray with a half eaten HungryMan dinner falling shortly after. His phone starts dinging with text messages, surely his friends want to bug him about another year his team failed, another year a new team raised the cup before his own. He squints at his phone with his only working eye to see it is not friends being cruel, but HFBoard members saying don’t do it! His real friends, HFBoards Canucks members remember that offhand comment he made earlier in January about this scenario now a reality, a comment made on GDT vs these very same Panthers on the 11th of that month. Mr Mao smirks knowing people care but just as he was about to reply he receives a message from an unknown number, it simply says “11-MM”. Distraught and now tearing from both eyes he throws his phone into the television breaking it, but not completely. The screen is shattered but still flickers underneath in a blue and black screensaver mode, all that can be read is the time 11:11. He cannot believe his watery eye and runs to the kitchen sink to rinse out the pain from the expired Paxil. Minutes go by before the pain subsides and Maouth regains some function in his right eye. He notices green flashing, illuminating his dark kitchen. “There must have been a quick power outage” he mutters to himself, focusing his eyes he looks at his stove 11:11 it flashes taunting him. He looks at his microwave 11:11 the green lights turn to red as Chairman loses his will to go on. He cannot go another day seeing that number or the “bald headed f*** eating chips on TV”. Chairman opens the basement door and turns on the light with a plan. Each step he takes he is overcome with another reason he should turn back. Just when he reaches the bottom of the stairs and ponders his last reason to live his OCD brain whispers ever so softly “11 stairs”. All the reasons for living evaporate in an instant as he looks for the perfect rafter with rope in hand. He tosses the rope up and each second feels like an eternity, it is like time slowed down yet his mad thoughts did not. Something startling catches his eye to his left, a shadow of the rope ascending, dancing. It looks like a number 1, the number of Chairman’s favourite goaltenders Captain Kirk McLean and trivia Captain Roberto Luongo. He looks to his feet in shame, guilty that he would leave his heroes behind as the rope crests his chosen rafter. He pans his sight upward and hears a crinkle and crunch from behind. He spins around only to be greeted by

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“I hate you and will never see you again in a minute, you will torment me no more” Chairman yells. The Mark of the beast replies “you’re already in hell”

id watch this show

 

[Nona Di Giuseppe]

I think we win this one. Team is raging to go, and will have a lot of energy.

i think if we get first goal, we do.

 

[LordBacon]

Teams got more time to work with Bruce’s system, curious to see how the bois will handle themselves facing top teams in the league.

And for gods sake I hope I don’t have to see chiasson again in a Canucks uniform.

 

[violaswallet]

Is Bobrovsky back to playing well now? I see he is sporting a .917 save percentage and seems to be their #1 again Could be due to playing on such a good team though.

He’s like a 5M dollar number one now: makes the unreal saves but leaves in one easy five hole a game. Bigger problem is defensive lapses that lead to break aways

I keep forgetting he still plays.

Joe Thornton

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[TBODY] [/TBODY]

-8 on that team? Yikes.

Eh, JT is playing more than expected and was -3 against the Kings in the game that shouldn’t be played (we played sixteen skates with four being called up from minors in a back to back to back). He’s been fine.

As a Panthers fan, excited to see the game. Looks like we have Bennett back from suspension and likely Marchment and Reino back from covid!

 

[ForecheckBackcheck]

Even elite teams need to lose sometimes. Why not to us. We should have fresh legs and an eager roster. 3-2 Canucks.

 

[Hit the post]

Canucks go 2/3 between Florida, Tampa, and Carolina I think

Why not 3 for 3 (the streak continues)?

 

[Bankerguy]

Even elite teams need to lose sometimes. Why not to us. We should have fresh legs and an eager roster. 3-2 Canucks.

That's true. There's so much parity in the league, the best lose to worst sometimes.
On top of that, FLA is aware that we havn't lost in like 9 games or whatever it is... maybe that'll get in their head...
Aside from goal-tending, i just dont think we outclass them in any position. AND, the gap between Demko and Bob aint even that big... Bob is having a very solid year for them.

 

[supercanuck]

On a warm June night Chairman watches his TV through his empty glass, bewildered yet not surprised. He groans as the Panthers kill off the last few seconds of a 3-0 win in game 6 of the Stanley Cup finals to win their first ever championship. The crushed opponents are the Colorado Avalanche in a fitting twist of fate rematch last seen 26 years ago.
“It’s not fair” he says, remembering the pain he felt 11 years earlier when his favourite team had their chance stolen away. He does not feel sympathy for the Avalanche though, only contempt. For he remembers the haunting memories of Sakic, Hejduk, Deadmarsh, Forsberg, and the Roy’s burgandy and blue stains on that most precious Lord Stanleys treasure.
This is the third year in a row where a team in Florida has won the cup with mainly Canadian players. Chairman watches as the Panthers do a victory lap around the ice in front of 9000 home fans and the hundreds watching from home. Conn Smythe winner Johnathan Huberdeau and his #11 jersey is the main focus of every camera at the arena. Chairmans right eye twitches uncontrollably as that number triggers his PTSD. Even though he already took his Zoloft that morning he finds an expired Paxil bottle with one pill left. He turns the TV off, crushes the pill with his empty glass and applies it directly to his right eye. “It burns!” He yells, knocking the glass off his TV tray with a half eaten HungryMan dinner falling shortly after. His phone starts dinging with text messages, surely his friends want to bug him about another year his team failed, another year a new team raised the cup before his own. He squints at his phone with his only working eye to see it is not friends being cruel, but HFBoard members saying don’t do it! His real friends, HFBoards Canucks members remember that offhand comment he made earlier in January about this scenario now a reality, a comment made on GDT vs these very same Panthers on the 11th of that month. Mr Mao smirks knowing people care but just as he was about to reply he receives a message from an unknown number, it simply says “11-MM”. Distraught and now tearing from both eyes he throws his phone into the television breaking it, but not completely. The screen is shattered but still flickers underneath in a blue and black screensaver mode, all that can be read is the time 11:11. He cannot believe his watery eye and runs to the kitchen sink to rinse out the pain from the expired Paxil. Minutes go by before the pain subsides and Maouth regains some function in his right eye. He notices green flashing, illuminating his dark kitchen. “There must have been a quick power outage” he mutters to himself, focusing his eyes he looks at his stove 11:11 it flashes taunting him. He looks at his microwave 11:11 the green lights turn to red as Chairman loses his will to go on. He cannot go another day seeing that number or the “bald headed f*** eating chips on TV”. Chairman opens the basement door and turns on the light with a plan. Each step he takes he is overcome with another reason he should turn back. Just when he reaches the bottom of the stairs and ponders his last reason to live his OCD brain whispers ever so softly “11 stairs”. All the reasons for living evaporate in an instant as he looks for the perfect rafter with rope in hand. He tosses the rope up and each second feels like an eternity, it is like time slowed down yet his mad thoughts did not. Something startling catches his eye to his left, a shadow of the rope ascending, dancing. It looks like a number 1, the number of Chairman’s favourite goaltenders Captain Kirk McLean and trivia Captain Roberto Luongo. He looks to his feet in shame, guilty that he would leave his heroes behind as the rope crests his chosen rafter. He pans his sight upward and hears a crinkle and crunch from behind. He spins around only to be greeted by

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“I hate you and will never see you again in a minute, you will torment me no more” Chairman yells. The Mark of the beast replies “you’re already in hell”

Well done!

In the back of my mind, I kinda wish it ended with him batting a light bulb instead.

 

[Jyrki21]

Joe Thornton is a Panther. Interesting and weird.

Joining all the Panther greats...

 

[Angry Little Elf]

man I so jealous of their team

What having no income tax and a relaxed media does to a mf

 

[Marube]

Joining all the Panther greats...

You forgot one...

 

[Vector]

Joining all the Panther greats...

I love how this is barely even half the list.

 

[Zanon]

Hope they crush Luongo's Panthers.

 

[Tables of Stats]

If this game had been delayed I may have just drifted off for the rest of the season. It's hard to stay invested when the team only plays 3 games in 25 days.