Oro fluido…

Who else could Tenrec ask???

Did nobody care about his twigs???

Then Tenrec remembered Milky Eagle Owl…

He made his way to Owl’s perching place where he knew the bird spent many hours just sitting and thinking…

“Please, Owl,” he asked, “Do you think my twig-building is useless and a waste of time?”

Owl closed his eyes for several seconds, then said,

“Hmmm, I find your twig building very interesting, Tenrec…

You seem very happy when you are building and you certainly do not bother me,

or anyone else…

In fact you may inspire others to build!!!”

— in Tenrec’s Twigs by Bert Kitchen

I must say that even though I’m speaking from very limited experience I have never been as satisfied with male performance as I am with the Canucks…

This is a relationship that,

despite the ups and downs,

has been a win-win situation right from day one of the regular season…

And now that my story blanket is finished and I only have one sleeve left to go on my Alpaka Tunic,

I’m so excited with anticipation about the post-season that I’m starting a new knitting project to help me settle down,

and focus on one game at a time…

Saturday night’s game against the Calgary Flames was a solid victory,

displaying all the virtues that matter on a joint project…

Humility reached a zenith right before my very eyes…

The ego dropping was hotter than hell,

and felicity was infectious…

As for the commander of the Art Ross Trophy,

well there just aren’t words…

So I made a craft,

to show how I feel…

But it’s private,

so mind your own business…

My daughters read everything over my shoulder,

and I had enough trouble last Saturday explaining to a seven year old what it means,

to go hard to the net…

But today is a new day and I’d almost forgotten which day it was until I closed my eyes,

put my hands into my t-shirt drawer,

asked the question,

What’s going to happen now???

and pulled out something that is blue and white and green all over…

This morning I woke up from a dream that Little Gem and I were sitting at a table,

outside of Costco on Pacific Boulevard,

enjoying a butterscotch sundae…

Suddenly Alain Vigneault was there,

and sat down in front of my crystal balls…

Before we said anything we sized each other up with our solar powered,

polygraph equipment…

The data was steady and sure…

I looked into my dessert and read the swirls in the cream…

I told him,

You can do this…

There are twelve keys to bringing home the Stanley Cup,

and all of them are inside of you…

Your team is made up of the stuff,

to find all of the keys,

and open all of the locks,

one shift at a time…

He thanked me for confirming what he already knows,

put on his gold rimmed Ray Bans,

and went back to morning practice with Spring in his step…

I can’t remember the details but one of the smartest things,

and there were several to choose from,

that Canucks’ management did all season,

was refusing to talk to the media,

after a game involving Alex Burrows,

and a so-called referee…

I’m not in charge here,

but for the duration,

I would refuse to give the media,

access to Roberto Luongo…

Relationship is not a right,

it is a privilege…

Privilege is earned through respect,

sincerity,

and foremost,

through words and behaviour that do not betray trust…

As a teacher I have protected students from a lot of things…

Things that you can’t quite put your finger on…

It is very difficult to explain intention to those who wear masks,

take power,

and lord it over others…

When you smell a witch hunt you have to take a stand in the shadows,

until the fox drowns in its own well…

I can barely stomach listening to Team 1040,

and post-game media scrums…

Broadcasters and reporters trying to penetrate stainless steel,

with their senseless questions…

Each angle weaker than the one which came before it…

I always wonder,

Did they teach you to be a doorknob in school???

Or is that in your nature…

I’ve heard Alain Vigneault say,

as he holds himself back from a Lemieux,

something like,

I’ve been at this a very long time…

You can’t crack me…

I’m making a list of his comments,

and my favorite one so far is,

I don’t have an answer for that…

There is no rest for the wicked,

but a cone of silence will certainly wear down the peanut gallery…