While Balls may be correct that the reward for elevation from the wheel of samsara is to return as a beautiful baby ‘Couvian and angels kiss you on the forehead to welcome you off of the plane at YVR, there is a problem with his report that needs to be addressed.  Most of his faptastic review is tough to disagree with, however, I find it is the silence that echoes loudest.  For all who might be buying their tickets this moment to be heading up to the Great White North already you need to know that there be dragons in that Pacific Northwest.  Redheaded dragons.  No matter how you slice it, Vancouver still has the Canucks, and the Canucks still have something that no one else does:

The Sedin Twins.

For those hockey initiates that should be all one need to mention, but for those who may not be familiar, here are some things to know:

• Gingers
• Were drafted together (in fact, required contractual co-signing)
• Pee holding hands
• Both are forwards and play on the same line
• Make that^ face at every presser ever
• Their jersey numbers are 22 & 33 and that, too , I find unsettling

Are they competent lefties?  Sure.  Outstanding?  Not since 2000.  But what casts the biggest shadow over them and Vancouver as a whole is that I am positive that they had the opportunity to poison Tortorella’s food and never did in the one year that mouthy twit was at the helm.

The Sedins do nicely humble Sweden a bit for a change by proving that they are actually fallible, so that’s something.

So go.  Enjoy Vacnouver.  Just cut out by the time the puck drops this fall.