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It's Tuesday December the 27 around 6:33AM and

Post Canucks Game Hangover Reactions

Vancouver Sun's Iain Macintyre has at the Canucks this morning: "They were home for Christmas, but only in their sleep. The Vancouver Canucks, facing more road gigs in January than the Rolling Stones, sunk deeper into one of their most bewildering and disappointing home stands in years by losing 2-1 Monday to the Calgary Flames at GM Place." Macintyre, who John 'Shorty' Shorthouse says is Canada's greatest hockey writer, goes on to say, "...the Canucks can't blame turkey's tryptophan for their stupor because their Swedish players eat ham at Christmas. Besides, Vancouver has been serving up foul fare all season within their division."

Meanwhile over in Vancouver's greatest paper, The Province, Tony Gallagher is hilarious on the subject today as well. "Trying to outcheck this bunch is like trying to outthink Bobby Fischer at the chess board. It's taking on Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday at the OK Corral with a slingshot and bad intentions. If the Flames have any identity at all, and, boy, does this team have identity, it's lunchpail, barroom brawler, destroyer of pretty boys."

Then back at the Sun, the 2nd stringer, Brad Ziemer goes for the whole Boxing Dale sale metaphor. "Nearly everything was on sale Boxing Day. Everything, that is, except NHL victories. Those fetch full price, something the Canucks were apparently unable or unwilling to pay Monday night as they fell 2-1 to the Calgary Flames."

Vancouver Canucks Oped does it's morning after column entirely with idioms and cliches. "After a bad week, they seem to be behind the eight ball, under the weather, under the gun, and yet absent without leave. Even though their balls are to the wall, it's like the blind leading the blind up a blind alley. "