People much smarter about hockey than me will analyze what your departure means to the game and the Vancouver Canucks. I'm sure somewhere, at some point, some law school will run a clinic for general managers and agents on how not to handle contract negotiations. But you, Bobby Lu, you showed us all how to be stronger in our lives and on the job.
Take your time finding the right table at the right restaurant. You'll be there awhile -- might as well get comfortable. The bottle of vodka is to be served cold and of high quality. The person that picks up the first bottle is in charge of pouring and pacing shots for the entire night, even once you change venues...
Booked three weeks ago on a whim, my trip from Vancouver to Sochi included 40 hours of buses, trains, taxis, layovers, and flights. Not to mention the four hours of standing in lines and two hours of wandering looking for wifi that were required before I could make this post. That said, I'm here and I'm pumped!
Can Canadians watch Olympic hockey in clear conscience? There's much to be disgusted with at this Olympics, but here's why I'll still watch. Men's hockey is the most coveted, most prestigious gold medal. Every sick Canadian dangle, every tape to tape pass, every shelfer top cheese will be a dagger in Putin's black heart.
How nice was it to watch an outdoor game in Los Angeles, to not have to care about all those recycled, overdone storylines about "pond hockey" and "childhood memories"? Those teams and their markets may not be perfect and they may not live up to the pretentious ideal us frigid northerners try to hold ourselves to, but they're a part of our game. And they're doing it better than us.