After careful deliberation and an inordinate amount of thought and design, I've decided to put a new segment into the Other section called Stuff I Felt Like Writing. The guiding principle behind the whole thing will be, well, whatever the hell I feel like writing about at the time.
So, here's the first installment of SIFLW...
21 Feb 1998
Man, I've been so tired this week that it ain't even funny. It's that damned '98 Olympics, hotdammit, and the retarded hockey times. For the past week, I haven't gone to bed before 2:00 A.M., and when a hockey game is on -- well, then it's 3 or 4. At least next year the games will be in the same hemisphere...
Not that I minded staying up to watch Team Canada. What I did mind, however, is the fact that they frigging-well lost. Jezaz, what the hell are we Canadians to do now?! Our dollar is plummeting, our hockey team didn't even win a goddamned medal at the Olympics -- what's next? I suppose Labatt is going to decide to change its focus to "alcohol-free" beer and abandon their other lines in hopes that people will drink the stuff for the taste! Or Mr. Dressup will suddenly decide to go on a three province killing spree, using the bodies of the dead to feed poor ol' Casey and Finnigan! Or maybe, just maybe, Bryan-frickin'-Adams will actually get the words to 'O Canada' right the next time he sings the national anthem in public!
Regardless of the hockey defeat, we still did pretty darn well at Nagano. But when it all comes down to it, who really gives a crap without hockey?! Am I right?! Ask any Canadian worth his or her weight in hockey tape and they'll tell you the same.
It's too bad, especially for the guys who won't get another chance, like the Great One Wayne Gretzky and Steve Yzerman.
But at least we can still say that we are the best in North America. I 'four-one' think that it's great that the Americans were held in check, even if we didn't win any medals. Besides, I'm sure that it was just a joke or something. Some kind of sick, sadistic joke...
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