A screengrab from SportsLogos.net showing part of the Star‘s inadvertently posted story.

Come now, Vancouver fans. Why the long face? So what if Boston scored its first two goals in 40 seconds last night, scooting Luongo off the ice faster than you can shout “LUUUUU!!!”? Or if Mason Raymond, after a swift first-period hit, was taken hobbling from the Boston Garden and, ultimately, the Stanley Cup Finals? You’re acting like you lost game six. Not only that, you’re acting like you lost it in breathtaking, Benny Hill fashion.
Which might have something to do with the fact that you did. Whatever, take a cue from the Toronto Star last night—just straight up ignore what happened and say you won.

That’s what Chris Creamer of SportsLogos.net noticed this morning. After the dismal 5–2 defeat, which came depressingly close to another shutout, Creamer may have been one of many who quietly turned off the TV, shook off the loss, and shuffled off to bed as if nothing happened. This morning, he said, “I logged into the website of the Toronto Star surprised to find out I missed quite the third period comeback last night.”
Indeed. Even with the Bruins’ steamrolling, the Star—or whichever editor was stoking the fires when the game ended—retained enough optimism to splash a good half of the publication’s website with a glossy, triumphant image of Alexandre Burrows and Luongo after game five, jubilant to the point of stroke, emblazoned with the words “CANUCKS BRING HOME THE CUP.” From the picture, you could imagine Burrows screaming it until his face matched his jersey.
Which, in all fairness, is a pretty simple error, as subject to Murphy’s Law as the Canucks’ performance in game six. News stories as big as the conclusion of the Stanley Cup Finals—or at least key elements, like images—are often prepared in advance, ready to be published as soon as the horn sounds to end the third period. (We tried reaching someone at the Star to ask how long the image was up on their main page before they removed it, to no avail.) These things happen; it’s just a question of why. Perhaps it was owing to the late hour, perhaps out of a sense of patriotic denial.
Creamer, meanwhile, offered Vancouver his congratulations on the revisionist win. “You don’t need to show up at Rogers Arena tomorrow for game seven after all,” he wrote.
Fortunately, the Canucks are probably a bit more realistic about tomorrow than the Star was about yesterday.

We were totally going to be classy and not rag on Vancouver for being a stinking den of hippies, but then we thought, “hey, why don’t we do it anyway?” Illustration by Brett Lamb/Torontoist.

Monday

MasterChef returns for its second season, starring Gordon Ramsay and The Other Two Guys (okay, Graham Eliot and Joe Bastianich, or if you prefer, Big Fat Friendly Chef and Mean Bald Restaurant Owner), as ordinary regular hardworking joes battle a la cuisine to become professional chefs and win a lot of money. We just like this because this is the show where Gordon Ramsay has to be as not a dick as much as humanly possible, and it’s fun watching him trying not to call people a donkey. (A-Channel, 8 p.m.)
The Stanley cup finals continue and even though a Canadian team is up 2-0, we still simply can’t be bothered to care. Sorry, Vancouver, you can call us Toronto elitists all you like, but… eh. Congratulations if you win, we guess? (CBC, 8 p.m.)

Tuesday

The Voice moves into its quarterfinal rounds, and now airs live. This show has been sort of a pleasant surprise; Televisualist was expecting a trainwreck and instead this is a perfectly decent singing competition show with talented contestants and respectful, helpful judges, and everybody is very nice and respectful and such. Dammit, where is Paula Abdul when you need her? Paula would have sex with one of the contestants and then get drunk on air. (CTV, 8 p.m.)
Like the Cup, the NBA Finals are likewise still going strong, with Miami leading 2-1 after three games that have been incredibly close (games two and three having been decided by a single basket apiece). Tonight Dallas tries to even it up and Miami tries to put more nails in the coffin. (TSN, 8 p.m. pregame, 8:30 p.m. game proper.)
19 Kids and Counting returns for its seventh season, and it’s worth remembering that when this series debuted , it was called 17 Kids and Counting—those Duggars just keep multiplying. In tonight’s episode, learn how a family with too many goddamned kids goes skiing! Seriously, every episode of this show is like “The Simpsons go to [X],” except that there are a lot more Simpsons and they all vote Republican. (TLC, 9 p.m.)

Wednesday

So You Think You Can Dance is always tremendously entertaining during the Las Vegas callbacks, where they winnow down the 200-plus finalists to a top 20, and this year should be no exception: thanks to the show’s new “minimum of crappy auditions” policy, they’ve been able to feature more excellent dancers than ever before and the results have been exceptional, so the Vegas rounds should prove more exciting and tense than ever. Or, you know, maybe not. (CTV, 8 p.m.)

Thursday

The Simpsons rerun of the week: “Lisa vs. Malibu Stacy,” wherein Lisa gets angry when her talking Malibu Stacy spouts sexist rhetoric and goes to war against the company. “I’m a white male, age 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me no matter how dumb my suggestions are! Ah, nuts and gum, together at last.” (Comedy Network, 9 p.m.)

Friday

Who, exactly, is the target audience for My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding? A one-off documentary about Traveler weddings, sure, that makes sense; Traveler weddings are a sort of interesting facet of their culture, and learning about them makes sense for a single documentary. But an entire series about them? Who is the television executive who looked at this and said “yeah, that’s got legs”? Because judging by this show’s ratings, that exec is smarter than us. (TLC, 10 p.m.)

The Weekend

Doctor Who airs its mid-season finale before taking a bit of a break for two months until it airs the final six episodes. Of course, the BBC aired this week’s episode, “A Good Man Goes To War,” last week, because for some reason the American and British carriers of Who fell a week behind. But for that small segment of the Who fanbase that doesn’t know about the internet, it’s new to you! (Space, 8 p.m. Saturday)
run run revolution is another entrant in the long line of “help fatties improve their lives” shows that have become so popular of late: this is a two-hour documentary about a bunch of trainer-type people spending ten months training obese kids to run in the youth competition section of the Boston Marathon. As these sorts of shows go this isn’t bad: it doesn’t talk down to the audience and is well-edited and compelling. However, the occasional burst of running-themed triumphalism is more than a little irritating to those of us who get shin splints. (CBC, 8 p.m. Sunday)
You know what I would like to do? I would like to watch Neil Patrick Harris be his charming self for a few hours, in a hosting capacity. What’s that, you say? NPH is hosting the 65th Annual Tony Awards? Well, what a bit of luck that happens to be! (NBC, 8 p.m. Sunday)