You know those movies where a happily married husband's plane crashes somewhere over the ocean? And the guy never turns up and the wife grieves and her heart breaks. But eventually she gets on with things, puts the past behind her, marries another man, forges a new life. And then the first husband shows up at her door having been rescued from a desert island, only to find his wife in the arms of another man, and that wife needs to choose between the two loves of her life?
That's how I feel right now with the Edmonton Drillers and the Vancouver Whitecaps.