Yesterday was quite a day, wasn’t it lovelies. The first day where Torontonians not only tilted their heads away from their shoes, but actually looked you in the eyes, opened their mouths, slapped your hands, and witnessed warm union.
And now for some obvious.
The media made way too much of everything – Own the Podium, waffling on our “sudden” patriotism, hockey analysis, the contrived MTV hosts trying to appeal to young viewers. Like the real Canadian I am, I was worried that the athletes felt too much pressure to succeed. But from whom? Not actual Canadians. The media acting as a chatty Cathy mouthpiece for Canadians. Lovelies! The average Canadian wanted you to have fun and soak in a great moment. We know you’ve worked your whole life for this, have fun and try hard. Fun first. You’ve worked so hard that fun should mean good things.
But we did the right thing without the waffles. We really enjoyed ourselves. We feel better about ourselves (needed). We were inspired and celebrated their tireless hard work. We made Americans jealous with vibrant hand warming garments. We won more golds than any other country. We were able to laugh at ourselves too very easily. We were able to show the world our awful and popular pop groups. We just need to explain how Neil Young went before Simple Plan. And Hedley. And Theory of a Nickel Creed. But I know I’m not alone.
Way to go, Van. You’re still tirelessly cool. Maybe more family cool than Williamsburg cool, but that’s most likely a good thing all in all. And you got your wish – Toronto is (still) very jealous.
