For the diehard Edmonton Oiler fan, the fall from G7, SCF to today is almost beyond belief. We still sometimes sit in stunned silence, unable to believe what has happened to the town team.
None of it really matters. “At the end of the day” Chris Pronger got his Stanley, Edmonton remains a city (like Green Bay before Favre) that has a memory bank of rich and wonderful times and 27 miles of (mostly) bad road since spring 1990.
As time goes by, I have found a place in my heart for that beauty team that gave hope to youth and stirred powerful feelings in the aged a couple of springs ago. Pisani turning into Lafleur at the Red Wing blueline, Roloson going stone cold on Cheechoo, Pronger looking like a giant on the blueline, Smyth & Horcoff with the heart and Hemsky with the dagger.
The perfect note was held only for a moment in time, the riff was brief and had no sustain. The town that had too much to leave any doubt in 1984, 1985, 1987, 1988 and had some luck in 1990 ran out of it in spring 2006 and has since then been in a free fall.