At this point, we are all Canucks.

Whether we like it or not.

An epidemic of Canucks Fever has invaded every nook and cranny of the Lower Mainland, and spread to the Island and the Interior.

There’s no place to hide. Back in April or May, you could be indifferent to our plucky band of Scandinavian, French Canadian and American Canucks, but if they haven’t got you by now, you’re from Boston. Or Calgary.

Maybe you just really, really want it to be over so you can pack up the Ryan Kesler jersey and the blue-and-green face paint and get on with summer. It gets hot wearing that jersey on the beach. Even in Vancouver.

Well, pilgrim, it could be all over tonight, as your Canucks could be the world champs by 8 p.m., local time.

Or, depending on which team boarded the plane to Boston over weekend, we could have to wait until Wednesday to assume the mantel of global hockey supremacy.

If it’s the A Team, we can look forward to brilliant playmaking and goaltending, ferocious hitting and single-minded determination. Or not, if the practice squad went to Boston instead.

That’s the only explanation for what happened in games 3 and 4, when Canucks Fever turned into the bone-numbing chill we’ve had to endure from this team from time to time.

It ain’t easy being a Canucks fan. We’re literally skating on thin ice with this team, waiting to drown without a trace in some foreign arena (or even here at home). It doesn’t matter if we score more goals, give up fewer, win the Presidents’ Trophy, whatever, just when things finally seem to be going our way, the boys go into a collective coma and lose 8-1.

I mean, where did that come from? Canuck lag?

Anyway, it will all be over – for sure – Wednesday. It can’t come too soon for me. I haven’t been able to watch since the Chicago series; instead, I follow the game with one eye shut on my NHL app and monitor the atmosphere for honking and cheering. It’s just too stressful to watch that giant guy harass my goalie or watch Henrik Sedin absolutely under all circumstances refuse to do anything but pass to his brother.

But, whatever happens tonight or Wednesday, it’s been a fantastic season, and it doesn’t really matter who wins … wait a minute. What am I talking about? Of course it matters.

Go Canucks Go! And bring home the Stanley Cup … tonight!