You know I can sympathize with the Canadian Juniors losing to the Russians. I don't have a job mind you but if I did I would hate to have to work for a place where every time I make a mistake a big red light goes off, a siren sounds, and 30 million people collectively boo me. That would totally suck. Where’s the positive reinforcement in that?
So the Canadian Juniors couldn’t fight off a bunch of angry Cossacks, so what? As much as we would like to think Canada corners the market when it comes to hockey, they don’t call it the Russian Front for nothing. Where there’s freezing cold temperatures there’s hockey; whether you play with a puck; a rock or a piece of frozen dung. And if you’re going to blow a 3- nothing lead going into the third period of a gold medal game against a country, where in the 60’s, were credited with an increase in the construction of the number of fall-out shelters, housing which is now considered to be nothing more than a scene stealing set in a Joel and Ethan Coen Brother’s movie, you deserve to lose. Could what I write be considered blasphemy? Of course it could, in every square inch of this country we call Canada, our home and native land. Well actually, your home and native land. It’s just my home.
Sure I feel bad. I had to console the inconsolable last night. I’m good but I’m not that good.
I was cheering. Da, da, Canada! Nyet, nyet, Soviet!
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