I'll admit it. It's not the first time and probably won't be the last. But I was wrong. Two weeks ago I pretty much said "Fuck the Olympics". What can I say? I was grumpy.
Each event that I saw warmed my grinch-like heart just that little bit more. Starting with the biathlon and ending today with a humongous win by the Canadians over the Americans in hockey. But it certainly wasn't the spectacle that won me over. It was seeing all these people from all over the world who had dedicated their lives to such specific sports. This was the biggest event of their lives and, for once, I really dug peeking into that world and riding along on all that emotion. It really is fantastic. I'll try and remember that 4 years from now.
It wasn't all sunshine and lollipops though. My faith in our hockey supremacy was shaken during the round robin portion of the hockey tournament. The Canadians lost to the Americans in a game where they just couldn't get out of their own way. And Ryan Miller showed why he is the best goalie in the world right now. It was heartbreaking. We pounded the Germans to make it to the quarter finals but I honestly didn't think we'd make it past the Russians. But we dominated the Russkie bastards. And everything was OK again. Then it was the surprising Slovak team. A tight game that came oh so close to being pushed into OT. The euphoria of the win over the Russians definitely lost some of the day-glo high after that close call.
And then came today. USA vs. Canada. Gold medal on the line. On our home ice. Good God the drama! We got out to a 2-nothing lead but you just got the feeling that wasn't going to be enough. There were plenty of opportunities for more but the Canadian passing always seemed to be into the skates and never on the sticks. Then there was Kessler's goal in the second. And with seconds to go to win the gold medal, Parise knocks in the tying goal. Fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK! I mean COME ON!
Okay, okay. It happened. We're in overtime. All body parts clenched and in we go. And the wee bastard from Nova Scotia did it. The golden child of the NHL got the overtime, sudden death, gold medal, game winning goal. Sidney Fucking Crosby. Unfuckingbelievable! I whooped, I screamed, I jumped around. It was awesome. And it was all worth it. The ups, the downs, the high blood pressure, the Pierre Mcguire, the oncoming freight train of media sponsored blow jobs for Sidney Crosby. All worth it to say "We're Canadian! We're Number One!".
The Olympics rock!