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An open letter
May. 2nd, 2007 01:47 amDear Vancouver Canucks
Hi, it's me, Jay Linden. Yes, yes, Linden as in Trevor, my favorite player on your team since he joined the team--a team I've been watching and supporting since my daddy and I switched from being Oilers fans to Canucks fans when Gretzky got traded--and the only player on your team who didn't disappoint me tonight.
You lost two games in a row while on home ice. I've been to GM place. I've WORKED at GM place, and I know what that place feels like when you're in the playoffs. I remember the smell of the ice, I remember the roar of the fans. And in that building, with those people at your back and everyone watching at home, you lost. Hell, tonight, you didn't just lose, you gave up a 2-0 lead in the third period, then lost in overtime. And now you're down 3-1 for the playoff series, going into their building for game five.
You know the statistics as well as I do--coming back from a 3-1 deficit in the playoffs is just about impossible. You've done it. I was there, in the building, when you did. And then the very next round, I watched you give up a 3-1 lead and get sent home with your tails between your legs. Lets just say when you're playing the way you've played the last two games? My trust level isn't very high that you're going to defy expectations.
So here's what we're gonna do. You fucked up tonight, and I'm pretty pissed at you for that, so you're gonna have to get a little punishment. You're scheduled to play at the same time that Supernatural is on this Thursday, and since the Winchesters showed up with their A-game last week, they're getting the start. Sorry Canucks--I love you, but that's just the way it's gonna be right now. Once they get done with the saving people and the hunting things, I'll come along and see how you're doing. It'd be really nice if you could not embarrass me and show up to fucking play.
No love tonight, just a big FROWN of disapproval,
Jay Linden.
(PS-Trevor, baby, I still love you. It's them I'm mad at--this is some tough love for them, all right? CALL ME. JL)
Hi, it's me, Jay Linden. Yes, yes, Linden as in Trevor, my favorite player on your team since he joined the team--a team I've been watching and supporting since my daddy and I switched from being Oilers fans to Canucks fans when Gretzky got traded--and the only player on your team who didn't disappoint me tonight.
You lost two games in a row while on home ice. I've been to GM place. I've WORKED at GM place, and I know what that place feels like when you're in the playoffs. I remember the smell of the ice, I remember the roar of the fans. And in that building, with those people at your back and everyone watching at home, you lost. Hell, tonight, you didn't just lose, you gave up a 2-0 lead in the third period, then lost in overtime. And now you're down 3-1 for the playoff series, going into their building for game five.
You know the statistics as well as I do--coming back from a 3-1 deficit in the playoffs is just about impossible. You've done it. I was there, in the building, when you did. And then the very next round, I watched you give up a 3-1 lead and get sent home with your tails between your legs. Lets just say when you're playing the way you've played the last two games? My trust level isn't very high that you're going to defy expectations.
So here's what we're gonna do. You fucked up tonight, and I'm pretty pissed at you for that, so you're gonna have to get a little punishment. You're scheduled to play at the same time that Supernatural is on this Thursday, and since the Winchesters showed up with their A-game last week, they're getting the start. Sorry Canucks--I love you, but that's just the way it's gonna be right now. Once they get done with the saving people and the hunting things, I'll come along and see how you're doing. It'd be really nice if you could not embarrass me and show up to fucking play.
No love tonight, just a big FROWN of disapproval,
Jay Linden.
(PS-Trevor, baby, I still love you. It's them I'm mad at--this is some tough love for them, all right? CALL ME. JL)
