YouTube – Shane Koyczan – People are getting better
There used to be an late night arts show on CBC called Zed. (Yes, we say Zed instead of Zee.) It was short films and animation and music and poetry. It was where I discovered Shane Koyczan. This, in fact, is the exact performance.
Everything beautiful about the world is right now.
Cory Schneider mic’d for Vancouver’s series-clinching goal against the Sharks.
First, Cory Schneider is adorable.
Second, I was downtown to meet a friend and hear a Shakespeare lecture that night. We entered the black box bunker of a theatre knowing Burrows had scored. We got word before the Q&A that the Canucks were down by one. We stepped outside, and the bar across the courtyard, behind glass walls, was going crazy. I figured we had won. A tie. I had just enough time to walk up to Granville Street where I knew the crowds would be for overtime. Eyes darted towards every TV. Every save–and there were a lot of them in that first overtime period–was followed by “Luuuu,” which probably sounds like booing to anyone not from Vancouver.
When the game went to a second overtime, I walked over the few blocks to the CBC. The plaza was packed. The streets were blocked. Despite the embarrassing history of the Canucks uniform, it was a sea of team colours. I had an OK view, behind very tall teenagers, out on the curb, through the trees. Behind me, a husband asked his wife, Do you want to move where we can see? I turned around. I said, Don’t worry. When they score, you’ll feel it.
All of which is to say, we don’t know what happened either, Cory. I don’t think Bieksa knows. I didn’t know it was his goal until after I pushed my way out of that sea of blue and green and orange and black and passed Luongo (“Luuuu”) on the TV around the corner. I didn’t see the goal until I watched the highlights on YouTube the next morning. But that’s OK.
I felt it.
Everyone in Vancouver is watching the Canucks. This spa on Seymour is watching Glee. (Don’t spoil me!)
Granville Street, waiting for the Canucks to finish them off.
In Vancouver, the white flag doesn’t mean surrender. It means we’re going to kick your ass.