Oh my. That thunderstorm last night not only took the temperature down about ten degrees, but it also took down a tree at the end of my block, which subsequently took down a few power lines as well. So I was rerouted by some firemen on my way to the game. If I hadn't been, I wouldn't have discovered what it's like to actually drive ON a rainbow. Not towards one. Not under one. ON ONE. It was neat. There were actually two by the time I got on the Queensway, and I was so excited I had to call Andy and tell him, although I haven't mastered talking on the phone and driving at the same time, so I ended up getting off at Kent accidentally, two exits early.
The game itself? A disappointment, surely. The Cup does belong in Canada. You can't deny that. But there were several deserving players on the Carolina team who earned their time to shine (Brind'Amour, Cole, Staal, Commodore . . .). All Canadians, I might add. So it was a little irritating to listen to the drunken louts insulting the television in voices made harsh by alcohol. It was also irritating that the service in this place was so poor (we got ignored) and that the A/C was CRANKED. I was shivering by the end. But what can you do? It's only a game after all, and I'm glad it's over. I can finally go to bed at a decent hour.
Posted by Ally at June 20, 2006 11:10 AM