It’s as if bitchy Winter said to herself, Enough fooling around, let’s show these idiots a thing or two. Suddenly, overnight, we’re in the dead of it – nine below, wind chill of minus seventeen. It feels worse because we haven’t gone gradually into the deep freeze. Just whammo. But hey, we’re Canucks, we can take anything she can dish out. Can’t we? At least, until we have to call the army to dig us out.