I know there is ski trip and another Karneval adventure to tell you about, but I’ve been very distracted.
Did you know there was a hockey game on tv last night? In Germany? At prime time? Well, our neighbours certainly did (because of us). We had a few people over, even two Americans, two Germans, a Brit with a Canadian exgirlfriend/American current girlfriend and even a Ghanaian. None of us woke up at preposterous hours to watch the other matches (I tried once but woke up in time to see the start of the next hockey game and to learn that Canada had lost to the U.S.) and a couple (you can guess which ones) had no idea what was going on, but we had a good stock of beer and salty snacks and cakes, so it didn’t matter much what was going on the screen.
Even with just four Canadians in the multi-culti mix, our nervousness was palpable and our elation unexcusable. Like the rest of Canada, we let go of our politeness to curse Zach Parise’s last-24-seconds goal, to cheer for Sid the Kid and celebrate our victory with the anthem.
As Stephen Harper said:
Yet, we should never cast aside our pride in a country so wonderful, in a land we are so fortunate to call home, merely because the notion has sometimes been abused. We will ask the world to forgive us this uncharacteristic outburst of patriotism, of our pride, to be part of a country that is strong, confident, and tall among the nations.
We’ll apologize for ours when the hockey hangover fades.