I watched the CANADA v. SWITZERLAND hockey game at a crowded pub tonight, we won in a shootout. It really made me feel like a Canadian, like one of the ones you see on a beer commercial.
After the game I strolled through Robson square in a sea of people who would periodically yell “CANADA” or just yell, and be received by plenty more people continuing to yell. I yelled, it was fun, but I’m not embarrassed to say that I would need to be drunk and giggling to keep that kind of momentum up. If you’re not standing in line for something, engrossing yourself in the crowded streets quickly loses its entertainment value.
The Yaletown venue has just erupted into a fury of applause, I can only imagine something as shocking as Michael Buble proposing to Miley Cyrus has happened. I don’t even care anymore, it’s time for a movie and popcorn.
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