In September, when the rain usually falls like bombs on oil rich countries not real friendly with the Christian World and mushrooms begin sprouting magically from the Earth, Dope City Canuck fans are at their most optimistic. By Christmas, about the time the wild mushrooms have dried up, except for those reserved for Solstice activities, optimism about the chances of the Canucks doing anything memorable fades like memories of Fred Cyclone Taylor - the best hockey player to ever wear a Dope City jersey by far.
Coincidence? Perhaps, but if you look into most Canuck fans' eyes in the next month or two you may notice their pupils are big as pucks and by January, at the latest, all they can say is "FUCK!"
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