Don't do this to me, Vancouver.

"Not like this... not like this."

After the final whistle, this was my response to Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Finals.

1. Swear words.
2. Half chicken dinner at Swiss Chalet.
3. ANGRYSLEEP.

It was more of a visceral reaction than anything else.  And now that 12+ hours have passed, frankly I'm still not ready to talk about it. 

I'm sitting at my desk knowing that every single person in the office is likely going to ask me about the game, because they know I'm a fan.  I'm dreading the moment when I get asked "How 'bout those Canucks?" because if I were to respond truthfully, I would say the following.

"Actually, the Canucks are NOT okay right now.  They are distracted as a group!  Kesler is clearly injured!  Luongo is rattled!  Bieksa needs Hamhuis back!  Ballard isn't doing himself any favours!  Sedin is losing faceoffs!  The Bruins are motivated and are winning virtually every puck battle!  And the Vancouver fans are acting like the series is already over!  Things are NOT good right now!!"

Then I would realize that I sound just like every "Mike from Surrey" who somehow gets by the Team 1040 call screener after a loss, and would probably have to sit down and quietly rock back and forth for a while.

So to keep anyone from asking me about the game, I've just been staring daggers at everyone who walks in the door.  Hopefully they can sense my volatile state and will leave me alone.