A riot of a time was had by all: Vancouver, your name is Mud(ville)

From Casey at the Bat, with apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer:

...The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate;

He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.

And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,

And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,

The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,

And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;

But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.

The empty people shuffle home, the Cup is out of sight,

Then someone grabs a police car, and heaves with all his might,

A fire is lit, a punch is thrown, the shops are full of finds,

And the gentle folk of La La Land proceed to lose their minds