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Don’t be mislead by the title of the article. The piece actually has very little to do with hockey. It speaks more about what Vancouver is and how it’s nothing like the rest of Canada than about our hockey team. While I’m not refined enough to know what the hell a Pinot Gris is, I couldn’t agree more with the author’s take on our city. When I look around, I see lots of yuppies, shallowness and expensiveness (those are some long nouns). But I also see a tremendous amount of beauty which nature has gifted us - the ocean, mountains, trees, rivers and lakes that are loved and envied by the rest of the world. At our local mountains I’m often left speechless. I’ve lived in many cities and I’ve never seen another embrace multiculturalism as much as this one [I’ve had my share of places that weren’t as progressive]. Unfortunately, the place is also loved and hated by its inhabitants for being such a beautiful as well as such a bloody expensive city to live in! The author’s amusing yet legitimate claim: Vancouver is like the prettiest girl in school. She’s the one who gets all the attention but is also the most high-maintenance. I love her anyway.