Canucks vs. Mother Nature

Two days ago we woke up in Nashville, yesterday it was Detroit and today it’s New Jersey. Trippy.

And it almost wasn’t New Jersey after Mother Nature really threw us a curve ball last night following Vancouver’s 4-3 shootout win in Detroit to break the Red Wings’ NHL record 23-game home winning streak.

With the game going longer than expected we weren’t in the plane until late and by then the snow was really coming down. We sat on the runway for an hour and a half, more time than the actual flight from Detroit to New Jersey itself.

We had to be de-iced and still our takeoff was questionable; it’s never comforting when the pilot is checking the wings with a flashlight.

If you’re not a good flyer, and I’m not the greatest, this is tough to go through. First World Problem agreed, but I can’t help that time travel and myself don’t get along. The only saving grace was that the Canucks had won, otherwise the flight would have been even more tense.

On the plus side of things, I’m finally earning my keep near the front of the plane. Of the four people on the entire Air Canucks with two seats to themselves, I’m one of them. Newell Brown, Rick Bowness and Alain Vigneault are the others, yes I agree that one of these things is not like the other, and it’s me.

I am proving my worth by helping out goalie coach Roland Melanson by plugging his laptop cable into the outlet on my seat because his is broken. Were it not for this hard work and kindness on my part,the Canucks might not have any wins on this road trip– ya right, I can’t even type that without laughing!

We got to the hotel in New Jersey around 3 a.m. and I knew the guys were as fried as I was when I saw Roberto Luongo push the down button on the elevator despite wanting to go up. Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids.

When I got to my room it was 3:07 a.m. and by the time I had my laptop open to post my game story, someone had slid Friday’s edition of USA Today under my door. Sometimes being on the road is glorious, sometimes it’s New Jersey at 3 a.m.

I’m assuming there’s no game day skate this morning, but I’m not going even if there is one. A man needs his beauty rest before we go to war against the Devils tonight – by we I mean the Canucks on the ice and me battling poor Internet signals in the press box.

Just one last note from Detroit: It was an emotional return for David Booth, who played his first game as a pro at Joe Louis Arena. He played well and almost played hero in the end.

He wasn’t the only one feeling emotional either. That was my second trip to The Joe, the first time I was here was in late 2008 after my younger brother was in the freak accident of all hockey freak accidents. He spent time in the hospital in Windsor, Ontario, and got a night pass to come to see the Canucks play the Red Wings; boy does that ever seem like a lifetime ago.

I don’t want to re-live the horrid tale again, Google Kurt Jory and read ‘I felt the warmth of the blood’ (for some reason I can’t link to it), just know that baby bro is back between the pipes for the Brock Badgers and they play the Western Mustangs tonight in Game 2 of the OUA West Semi-Finals, down 1-0 in the series.

Do or die isn’t a sentence I use anymore after my brother’s accident; let’s just say the Badgers have their backs against the wall.

Best of luck brudeur!