The Great Canadian Whine and Cheese Club

In the wine-sinks where Leafs fans and Canucks fans gather these days, a lot of whining, ranting and raving is going on. In one corner, there will be the trade talkers. Who should go? Who shall stay? Do we have a hope in hell of making the playoffs? (that would mostly be the Canuck fans; even the die-hard Leaf lovers are willing to concede now.)

Pounding the table for emphasis, they will pontificate on their choices. Should Vancouver get Sundin? What about Forsberg? What the hell is with Luongo?

Maybe they should call in a voodoo lady to break the jinx on their defense.

In the Toronto corner, among the littered bottles and peeled labels, you will find the cynics heralding the end of the world. Trade Sundin. Keep him. Get rid of Tucker, put him out to pasture, call up the kids, start over, tank the season, save the season.

Everyone has an opinion. All of them are asinine, and none are likely to happen before the trade deadline.

So my suggestion is this: combine the two teams. The Leafy Canucks. I’m sure there is a graphic artist somewhere that can come up with an uglier logo than the Canucks currently sport. Something fuzzy and cute to match the Olympics mascots.

The sad thing is, even with the two clubs combined, making the playoffs is still an uphill battle. I might as well grab a Crown on the rocks and take my place at the bar, bemoaning yet another year where the Cup stays south of the border.

Montreal fans and Ottawa fans may be to differ, but they’re in another establishment. Classier, up the street, but full of delusional smoke that is entirely too easy to choke on.