For a week now, we’ve been expecting the Canucks to look like a tired team. We thought it would happen at the tail end of the road trip, with back-to-back games in New Jersey and St. Louis. It didn’t. We thought it would happen in their first game back, versus the Washington Capitals. I was confident it would. But it didn’t.
On Wednesday, however, right about the time we thought the Canucks had just powered through the exhaustion and finally filled their tanks, the club appeared to run out of gas. They looked tired in this one. Dog-tired, and I mean that literally. They spent the whole night dragging themselves around the ice with their tongues hanging out, lapping water furiously from their bowls, sitting in their circular, plush beds, and barely even lifting their head when John Tortorella threw a stick into the defensive zone. I watched this game.Continue Reading —›