At this time in 1994 I was on an epic road trip. One worthy of any Animal House camera crew and probably John Belushi himself.
I was living with a few friends at the time, one of whom was a rabid Vancouver Canucks fan. We would get off of work from the video store which we both worked in, drink beer and drive his girlfriend absolutely nuts. I am actually ashamed to say it now but she fled to their bedroom while us guys hooted and shouted urging the Canucks on.
We hatched a plot, if the Canucks made it to round three of the 94 playoffs we would be there. We didn’t have a car or any money, but then again sober and intelligent is no way to plan an epic road trip. We had a couple of cases of beer, a team to follow and a dream.
