076 – The Vancouver Stanley Cup Riots – 1994 and 2011 (BC)

Episode 076 – The beautiful city of Vancouver has a surprisingly dark history of rioting over the years. Some have been politically and racially motivated, others have been music or sport related. The two we tackle in this episode are a couple of the most recent and most memorable. The NHL’s Vancouver Canucks made the Stanley Cup finals twice in a span of 17 years. After both series, coming on the heels of game 7 losses, bad apples tore up our fair city.

NOTE: Photo used for cover art is from 2011’s game 4 in a fan zone in downtown Vancouver. It shows disappointed Canucks fans and does not show people involved in the riots after game 7.

Sources:
Wikipedia 1994 Riot
STANLEY CUP RIOT, the real story 94 VideoPedia
Global: Time Line of 1994 Riot
Berntt v. The City of Vancouver et al
Wikipedia 2011 Riot
Global: Full Executive Summary on 2011 Riot
Archives: Global’s breaking news coverage of the 2011 Stanley Cup Riot
100 Things Canucks Fans Should Know & Do Before They Die

1 thought on “076 – The Vancouver Stanley Cup Riots – 1994 and 2011 (BC)

  1. I was there!!! My husband and I were heading from our Seattle home to the ’94 World Cup by way of Vancouver, then cross country to Thunder Bay, Ontario and down to Chicago.
    As we approached Vancouver we were struck by the absence of any cars on the highway. My first thought was “we’re all going to die in a nuclear holocaust”.

    We were preoccupied by the World Cup so nothing else was on our radar. But when we hit downtown, I rolled down my window and heard the radio play-by-play of the Stanley Cup in its final minutes. It was all encompassing, as if it was being broadcast in stereo.
    We had just parked our car when the bars and restaurants burst open onto the street. We gathered from the drunken angry look on many faces that the Canucks had lost.

    We got back in our car and headed to our B&B just off Robson. Big mistake. My husband tried in vain to turn onto a side street. But rioters quickly surrounded all the cars in every direction, rocking them, walking over hoods, and breaking windshields. I looked up to a balcony to my right and a woman was sans panties, writhing wildy and gesticulating to the crowd. Ahead of us a guy was trying to climb from a phone pole onto a wire crossing the street while groups below him were getting into fist fights. And, worst of all, a mob surrounded an ambulance, refusing to let it through. At this point we were genuinely scared. What if someone pulled us out of our car? Or set it on fire?
    Eventually, we made it to an intersection where we laid on the horn and virtually pushed people with our front bumper to move them aside. As soon as we parked, we heard what sounded like M-80s going off close by. Then we encountered a sudden rush of people from Robson, moving toward us quickly followed by the acrid smell of tear gas which filled our mouths and eyes. I was spitting and my eyes were burning. Luckily we were close to our B&B.
    We got up the next morning and walked over to Robson which looks like a tornado had hit. Broken glass, clear signs of looting and very few people about. It was a sad scene.
    However, my high opinion of Canada has not changed. These are relatively isolated events. And when a lot of alcohol is in the mix anything can happen.

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