Oh! Canada

{Photos by DP.  Published on Apartment Therapy}

I watched the winter the 2010 Winter Olympics on Twitter. You think I’m kidding… but I’m not.  CNN provided a little medal update from time to time but that’s not where the Olympics live. As it turns out, the Olympics games were alive and well on Twitter. 

(I use Twitter. It’s not my religion or anything but I learn some interesting things there and I’m connected to some cool people. This is me.)

This morning (Bangkok time), when Canada won its final gold medal for Men’s Hockey, I was on Twitter.  As the Americans typed “Noooooooooooooo!”, the Canadians were tweeting “GOOOOOOOOOAL!”  This victory was a weirdly emotional experience for me in part because I’m so far away from home and also because I know what that win means for most Canadians. Although it’s not my intention to reduce an entire nation state of people to a single story (we have at least two… see below), we do take our hockey very seriously. I’m not even a huge hockey fan but I spent a good portion of my teenage years in cold arenas cheering on the local Metcalfe Jets. (Go Jets!)

This morning, at a teacher inservice session at my (international) school (in Bangkok, Thailand), one of the teachers yelled out “Go Canada!” and the room erupted with cheers. Imagine if we had won the medal count, I thought. (There’s nothing wrong with third, people!)

All day long, I’ve been thinking about Canada and about the Olympic athletes including our brave figure skater Joannie Rochette whose mother died of a heart attack during the Olympics.  I’ve been thinking about what it means to be Canadian and what would happen if we felt this patriotic all the time. We’d be absolutely unbearable!

The last word goes to mandaroid, an Australian photographer living in Vancouver, who wrote the following Tweet after the hockey game:

One thing I found awesome: The no. of Canadians shaking hands with 
Americans in the streets after the game. They really are very polite.
Oh. Canada. 

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  1. My story: I watched THE game of course, avidly… but I couldn't bring myself to watch the overtime…too hard on the nerves. With the TV on, but the sound off, I busied myself on my laptop and waited for my own unique distant early warning system. The girls in the apartment above me would yell if the news was good – and they did – and it was … :-)A Canada story: This morning I, and probably many others, trudged off to work thinking "well, what now…?". After two solid weeks of having the world come to a stop while we revelled and embraced sports (some we'd never even heard of before) of all kinds, and talked to strangers in elevators about what we'd seen on TV the day before, it is back to real life today after suspending disbelief for a magical time. The reality is that spring is close, but not here yet. It's income tax time and contribute to your RRSP time. It's come back to earth time. HOWEVER, in what must be the best timing ever, (and whoever planned this deserves a big raise) it is also Day One of "Roll Up The Rim To Win" at Tim Hortons. Oh. Canada. Indeed…

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