I'm sick to death of Olympic Hockey. Or rather, I should say I'm sick to death of that World Championship hockey tournament that happens to be surrounded by other meaningless activities.
Come - on.
On a day when Canada won 4 (four!!) medals in one day, all I heard and saw all day on the radio, television, and the next day in the papers was "how could we have lost?!" "Who's head is going to roll?" "Who's fault was it?" Moan, moan, moan -- bitch, bitch, bitch.
Enough already.
Klassen has won four medals alone. Two of them gold. Chandra Crawford has become Canada's latest sweetheart. Yet, every single one of our local stations spend hours upon hours questioning why Gretzky put together an old-boys club of over-aged has been hockey players.
Get over it. It's done. Finished. We lost. It happens.
Now let's focus on our successes like we should have done from the start and stop acting and reporting like Turin is playing host to a hockey summit.
P.S. Chandra, I'm at 555.0085. Call me. I mean it.
Come - on.
On a day when Canada won 4 (four!!) medals in one day, all I heard and saw all day on the radio, television, and the next day in the papers was "how could we have lost?!" "Who's head is going to roll?" "Who's fault was it?" Moan, moan, moan -- bitch, bitch, bitch.
Enough already.
Klassen has won four medals alone. Two of them gold. Chandra Crawford has become Canada's latest sweetheart. Yet, every single one of our local stations spend hours upon hours questioning why Gretzky put together an old-boys club of over-aged has been hockey players.
Get over it. It's done. Finished. We lost. It happens.
Now let's focus on our successes like we should have done from the start and stop acting and reporting like Turin is playing host to a hockey summit.
P.S. Chandra, I'm at 555.0085. Call me. I mean it.