Game 5: Pressure Cooker
After arriving in Vancouver, Brad Marchand speaks to the media.
The Bruins and the Canucks have landed right back where started from. But in a very different condition. If the Bruins’ flight from Vancouver back home five days ago was brutal, the Canucks must have been faced with a similar plight yesterday. A long flight, against the jet-stream, with a nagging fear of doom.
Ah, the Finals.
But neither team would admit to such. And especially not the Canucks. The truth is, as each game passes, the pressure and importance of the games rises by a magnitude of 10. Game two is twice as important as game one, and so on. While the the sake of sanity the Canucks may reason that everything is “evened up” now, and the Bruins may insist on the same for the sake calm and stability and not becoming over-excited, it’s just a fact.
Each one of these games has been a story unto itself, with the only real common threads being tied between games three and four. And, perhaps, the chippiness of it all. The brutishness. The nastiness.
Some might argue that it didn’t matter whether the Canucks lost by a margin of one point or seven, or three. It didn’t matter. Bieksa said this before game four, even. It’s about aggregate wins, not aggregate goals. And this is true. But there has to be something devastating for the Canucks and inflating to the Bruins about an 8-1 and 4-0 set of victories. There has to be pressure there, for both sides.
Admittedly, the Canucks carry a greater weight, a greater burden, by virtue of being the favored team back in September, by virtue of having the “deepest team.”
What will they do?