I have made no secret of my deep and abiding love of Canadians. The wry humor. The resonant "soooree" (sorry) warms my cockles. But recently, during the 2010 Winter Olympics, my heart went out to Canada in a way it never has before.
At first it was just the flutters of a crush as I watched the Swiffering events (also known as "Curling"). Two women cleaning that ice as fast as they could so a retro hot water bottle could swoosh along. Magnificent.
But it was the closing ceremonies that made me cry out in admiration. For only Canada, would have a giant, flaming pile of joints to celebrate the end of an athletic phenomena.God Bless you and your Freudian smoking heart Canada.