Fantabulariffic

A couple of thoughts as the streets of Vancouver are cleared of plastic beer cups.

The post-Olympic conversation at CTV seemed to revolve around how much the Vancouver games had changed Canadians. That maybe true, but I would also argue that much of what makes us unique is fundamentally the same. Win or lose, we still love this country. I think the games and its successes gave us permission to express that sentiment. Perhaps the epiphany that all Canadians have experienced is that humility in both success and failure paired with a respect for others makes us stronger not weaker.

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A bewildered Catriona Le May Doan emerging from the floor at the closing ceremonies was the best moment of either ceremony.

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I love Michael J. Fox, but don’t you think it was a little unfair making him, of all people, stand next to a three thousand year old, 110 foot pine tree and say ‘it’s big’?

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I think sometime around 9 PM Eastern Time on Saturday the Canadian media covering the Vancouver Olympics finally ran out of superlatives to describe the performances of our athletes. So desperate to frame the events in a way that could help us understand what we were seeing that the script-writer’s Thesaurus actually burst into flames. In fact, the incomparable Brian Williams said as much as he opened yesterday’s broadcast that would later feature one of the greatest hockey games in our history (oops, got caught up in the hyperbole again).

So in an effort to capture at least a part of what we witnessed in words, here are some suggested additions to the famed reference book:

Bilodeaucious
Virtuelly Moirriffic
Hamelincredible
St-Gelaisious
Montegomerastic
Hughsmongous
Szabadorious
Rochettational
Crosbeauty

That should cover us, at least until the next Olympics.

Hooray Canada