TRAITOR

This past sunday morning, I walked out of my apartment to get a coffee. Otherwise this would have been unremarkable, but I was wearing my Sens jersey. There was a game to be played and they would be guaranteed to lose if I wasn't in full regalia. About a block from the evil empire of the bean, a gentleman in a canucks hat passed me, looked me up and down, and muttered "Traitor" at me.

I was on cloud nine. It's been a point of honour for me that since I moved to Vancouver, I've been a die-hard Ottawa fan. Last time the Sens played here I paid $250 for a ticket in the nosebleeds and painted my face in team colours. When the playoffs are on, I set up a shrine on top of my television. I wear at least one piece of clothing related to the Sens every game day (Jersey, Hat, Socks, still looking for sens printed underwear). There's nothing wrong with the Canucks. Well, there's nothing wrong with cheering for the canucks.

Why am I not a Canucks die hard yet? I've been here for 7 years, isn't that enough time to build up a loyalty to them? They're just not my team. I know almost as much about them as I know about the Sens, and I hope they win most of their games, but they're not where my sports loving heart lies. Rest assured though, if there's ever an Ottawa-Vancouver Stanley Cup final, I'll take out a line of credit to get tickets just so I can be the guy that gets the crap beaten out of him for celebrating the home team's loss a little too loudly.