Oh Canada

I consider myself to be a good normal Canadian. I love bacon, maple syrup and poutine. I enjoy winter and don’t bother wearing a winter coat unless it is colder then minus ten. I often wear red plaid and been called a lumberjack more than once, (I’m hoping this is due to the red plaid not my burliness). I have traveled across this lovely country of ours and have been too all the territories and provinces besides the Maritimes, (which I hope to visit in the near future). My bestest friend is a French-Canadian. I am a polite, nice, and fairly socialist, although I have never bothered to vote, which brings me to another thing that makes me a normal Canadian, apathy. I dare to infer this is normal since only 59% of our population voted in our last election. Perhaps apathetic is not exactly the right word, basically I’m not very competitive, the only sport I consistently follow is hockey, (again look how Canadian I am!), and my favourite team is currently last in the league and it honestly does not bother me that much, sorry Oilers. So when the winter Olympics rolled around I figured it would be like every other four years and I would hear a bit about it here and there and it wouldn’t really affect my normal lifestyle. To be honest I always found loud patriotism a bit disconcerting and made fun of those who jumped hard onto Olympic bandwagons, like my lovely roommate Sarah. Well I ended up watching a lot in the first couple days which can be explained that the fact that my aforementioned roommate Sarah and other roommate Karla are nuts about these types of things. Karla the crazy foreigner that she is even had the audacity to tell me she is teaching me to be Canadian, which I thought was hilarious, but it could just have been her funny south African accent. Anyways more days went by and I continued to watch, I mean I love gingers so Jon Montgomery was an obvious choice, but it hit me last Wednesday when I was sitting on my couch, the men hockey quarter finals had just been won by Canada and I was watching the women’s bobsled racing with my heart in my throat as the USA team raced down the track trying to beat the Canadians first place. I realized at that moment that I had gotten sucked into the whole Olympic trap. I LOVED it. No wether this means I should check myself in for an MRI or just accept the fact that a little competetive patriotism never hurt anyone I'm not to sure.