I am going through Olympic withdrawal.
Yesterday once again I rushed home to turn on the TV only to remember there was no Olympic coverage. I miss it.
I still vividly remember the rush of the hockey game Sunday afternoon.
I have to admit it was close. Too close for my comfort. The tying goal in the dying seconds of the game was a definite let down but it had to be. The hockey gods made it happen in order to allow Sid the Kid to become he next Canadian hero. His winning over-time goal is now the most historic goal of all time. Move over Paul Henderson.
The closing ceremonies were great……better than the opening ceremonies. My favourite was the revue style show led by the one and only Michael Buble. There was every Canadian stereotype imaginable. (I hope Americans did get the joke) The flying moose, dancing lumberjacks, the beavers and even the mounties made BC Place look like a giant gift shop on Clifton Hill (
Neil Young sang as the Olympic flame slowly dimmed. Then the party got started!
Nickelback, Avril Lavigne, Alannis Morrisette, Simple Plan, Hedley, k-os, (yes, we do have black people in
I did get good news today. My new best friend in
Help me recover from my Olympicitis.
Any ideas what to do with all my time now that the Olympics are over?