Working For the CAUS

Congratulations Duncan on being hired as the Executive Director of CAUS! I still can't believe how contentious and lengthy this process turned out to be - but in the end it doesn't matter because the best man won anyways!

Dear CBC: You suck.

I don't want Don Cherry to leave Hockey Night in Canada. Don Cherry, Ron MacLean and HNIC has been part of my experience as a Canadian and a hockey lover. Don Cherry is an icon, a hero, but above all else, totally Canadian. We have so little that is our's, how can we sit by and let some quibbles in CBC's senior management push Don Cherry out now? Boo CBC.

In the words of the Crash Test Dummies:

"And sometimes I despair the world will never see another man like him."

I'm having Wings tonight!

I am both nervous and excited about tonights game. We have the series lead, the Dome is rocking and the Flames are RED HOT. It's going to be a battle - but isn't it always dangerous when you play with Fire?

I'll have my Wings Well Done, Thank you!

There were some red hot Flames cookin' up some Wings in the Dome tonight! Good Game!

A Meme is a Meme is a Meme...

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want and I will answer it. Then, I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

Via Guru and Lilly Wonka

Game on!

This series isn't over yet boys.

Some things attract attention

Other things demand it.



Isn't he delicious?

Sunday Coffee News Briefs a la Allie

Is Ignorance Bliss?: american War Dead Pictures show Human Cost of War. Since 1991 the Pentagon has strictly enforced a ban on the media with regards to the return of the remains of american soldiers killed abroad, yet this week some pictures of flagged draped coffins met with the eyes of an american public, causing much reaction. From an FBI investigation into how to further ban these types of images from the american media, to the woman who has been deemed responsible for the photo's losing her job (as well as her husband's job), the pictures themselves have caused quite the debate.

We live in a society that teaches us we must take responsibilty for the consequences of our actions. We should not fool ourselves into any kind of comfortableness when we choose to wage war. Oliver Wendell Holmes once wrote "Let him who wishes to know what war is look at this series of illustrations."

Perhaps they should be brought home alive now, rather than dead later.

Diet of Denial: The Atkins Diet. Sui Amaama, and his wife have been on the Atkins "Diet" for the past two weeks. They were recently shocked when they were asked by a Chuck-A-Rama resturant Manager to leave after Amaama tried to consume his 12th slice of roast beef at their buffet. The resturant was concerned there would not be enough for other patrons. I'm sorry, I don't know how gullible these people are, but eating 12 SLICES OF ROAST BEEF IS NOT ANY KIND OF A HEALTHY DIET. Atkins, the Doctor who founded this so-called diet, died in April of last year, and at the time of his death, he was as fat as anyone who ate like that should expect to be. The Wall Street Journal published the controversal Medical Examiner's report, which stated that Dr Atkins weighed 18 and a half stone (260 pounds) when he died. Previously, after sufferring a heart attack in 2002, Dr Atkins had issued a statement that said he was recovering from a cardiac arrest, but it was "in no way related to diet". While studies have shown that meat-heavy, high-protein diets can lead to serious health risks, including osteoporosis, heart disease, colon cancer, and renal diseases, it seems that some people will believe anything if it means they can justify over indulging.

Spirits dancing in the night

Raven's sleep over didn't work out this evening and she just called me to go and get her. The walk home was very enjoyable. It was warm enough, and we watched, hand in hand, a brilliant display of the Northern Lights. Beautiful. I've never seen them so green and bright at this time of the year, but then again, I have never been this far north before.

I love the Northern Lights. But I love Duncan more so I am going back to bed!

Trying to avoid cliches like the plague...

He he he. Sometimes I am so witty I am amuse even myself.

Well, it's wasn't a pretty game, but we've got the split, and next stop is Calgary for home ice. My Detroit fan son was very good not to rub my nose in the game result today, but I fear a rift when the Flames send the Wings out to the golf course. Make no mistake, we are very much still in the game! Go Flames GO!

Also, Congratulations to our good friend Mike Smyth! He is recieving honours this weekend in Edmonton from APEGGA as he becomes their past President. He's had a great year. Here's to many more!

Friday, I'm in Love...

"Monday, you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday, i'm in love."

Thank God it's Friday. I am sooooo busy today, I can only hope to get everything done I need done... and a busy weekend awaits. What are you doing today?

SCORE!!!!!!!

It's not the shot clock that matters, it's the score clock... and we just started this series off in a big way!

Go Calgary GO!

Refuse to Lose - Go Flames GO!

Chill, ok Flames Fans, Put your C's up.
After seven long years - we're ba-aack.

And you can Find me in the Dome
Chillin' with Jarome
Got my eye on the Cup, baby
We're gonna bring it home

Yo - Somebody tell me where the Red Sea's at
Where the die hard Flames fans heads be at
Or better yet, where's Stanley at?
We're coming for your cup man... Calgary's back

Uh-oh!

Work Tales

I'm opening mail at work, part of my normal routine, and I come across an invoice of a sorts I have never seen before. So, without further snooping I decide to ask my superivsor whom I should direct it to. She takes a peek, makes a face, and says that the Director should see this first. She hands it back to me and says "Ok, take it to her." After a slight pause, she adds quietly... "And then - run."

They say the apple never falls far from the tree...

Dropping in at my kids school is always a pleasant experience.

Raven's teacher and principle couldn't wait to tell me that Raven had won a district art award and that her artwork (Three Tee Pee's in Watercolor) was now back at the school for display after touring around the district, including City Hall. Wesley's teacher sang praises about how his leadership skills were developing and said she was recommending him for School Crossing Guard Captain for next year, which means he will get sent on an all expenses paid training trip in the summer, also suggesting he get involved in school council next year.

But the best was one of Wesley's answers on his Social Studies Test (which he got 12.5 out of 14 on):

Q: What was Frobisher famous for?
A: Frobisher is famous for screwing with relations with the Natives and Europeans.

Nottawa meant to be...

It has been decided. The lines have been drawn.

Go Flames! Go Habs! Go Leafers!

It's a great day to be Canadian!

The Cup is Coming Home

Oh Yeah!

You can Find me in the Dome

Woe Canada...

I am uncertain how to feel about tonights game. It will have a bittersweet ending - one Canadian team will be eliminated, and one Canadian team will advance. I am very excited that three Canadian Teams will fight in the second round of the playoffs (don't remember the last time that happened) but a little sad it has to come at the expense of one of our own.

But, I remain in a state of ecstasy - joyful, enraptured celebration over the Flames' big win. Nothing's going to change that!!

Thought of the Day

What happens when you wake up from the american dream and find that the 'Butcher of Baghdad' is actually in the White House????

WE'RE GOING CUP CRAZY

WE WON!!

It was a great series! Both teams fought hard, many battles - both won and lost, all in all a very close series with worthy opponents. But all that matters now is that WE WON!

I can't even begin to describe the orgasmic jubilation of three displaced Calgarians tonight - the cheering, the dancing, the hugging, the running around in blind excitement. WE WON!

Bring on the Wings.

More Hockey Music

This time for those Sens Fans out there!

Leafs Stink (I like this one)

Via: Awesome Rossome

Sunday Coffee News Briefs a la Allie

And we all fall down: Bush and Sharon seem to be hard at work making sure all biblical prophecies regarding armageddon in the Holy Lands occur right on schedule. I am not sure exactly what these two men are thinking will result from american endorsement of all of Sharon's demands, but I can pretty much gaureentee it isn't Middle East Peace. There really is only one way for arab/muslim states to respond to this, and I doubt it is going to be pretty... In unrelated news, Times Magazine labels Bush a "radical gambler" taking liberties "with humanities fate." Now, what would make them think that?

Silence of the Lambs: New Hamas leader's identity remains a secret - No shit, eh? You mean the guy isn't going to walk around with a shirt that says "Please, Assasinate Me Too..." Palestinian Authority President Yasser Arafat decried the killing, saying that it evidenced a Palestinian need to defend themselves against Israel, calling for an independent Palestinian state with Jerusalem as its capital. Them be fighting words...

WMD: I'm not entirely sure why western news agencies like CNN or the BBC didn't pick up this story, but al-Qaida WMD have been found in Jordan reportedly imported from Syria... Could it's absence in our media have something to do with this? Desperate times...

First actions: The newly elected Spanish PM, citing the "will of the people," recalled all Spanish troops from Iraq. Wow, democracy works in Spain. Who knew? Maybe the trend will spread...

Game Six Roller Coaster Ride

Heart stopping excitement. Desperation. Nausea. Relief. Pure joy. Thrill. Pride. Anticipation. Desire. Conviction.

Two periods down. I know this is what makes a good hockey game - but right now I *might* prefer the smug comfort of a four goal lead... but then again, I like Roller Coasters.

Go Flames GO!

Update one (11:30pm): OMG! This is what hockey should be - and we are going to double overtime! My heart is bursting! "Oh, take me where the hockey players, Face-off down the rink; And the Stanley Cup is all filled up, For the champs who win the drink... Now the final flick of a hockey stick, and one gigantic scream; Well, the puck is in! The home team wins! That good old hockey game!!!!"

Update two (12:14am): We are tired, but still in the game! The third overtime period will hopefully see the Flames score!

Last update (12:33am): Flames are going to game seven, but I am not disappointed - that was an awesome game. They were so tired, but played so well! It was a classic. But now I am going to bed!

Why I hate the Vancouver Canucks

When the series first started Duncan eyed me suspiciously and said "Are you sure you are going to cheer for the Flames?"

The only reason he felt it neccessary to enquire is that I grew up on the coast. Technically, the Vancouver Canucks should enjoy some amount of loyalty from myself by the very geographical nature of my birth place. But truth be told, as a kid my love of hockey was fulfilled outside of the province, as I looked towards Montreal, Detroit, Edmonton and others to find some satisfaction that matched my love of the game. The Canucks tend to be a bunch of whiny losers, but it is actually the Vancouver Fans that damn it all.

I always dreamed of living in a hockey town. A real honest hockey town, where love for the game runs deep and team loyalty is not the "surface only" variety. If you are lucky enough to live in one of these places, then you know what I mean. Whenever I think of true hockey towns my mind turns easily to Detroit, where I have seen some of the most touching hockey moments (both on the part of the team and the fans) - I am reminded of Yzerman presenting the Stanley Cup to Vladimir Konstantinov in 1998, who was confined to a wheelchair after the horrid accident following Detroit's 1997 Stanley Cup win; And in a subsequent series, where the Wings were eliminated in four straight, the fans didn't abandon them - No, they stood on their feet for the last three minutes of the last period, with full knowledge their team was about to be eliminated (in a sweep no less), and cheered "GO WINGS GO" for the remainder of the game, applauding their team's effort. It's in those moments that my love of hockey swells.

The fans are an important, even integral, part of the game. If no one came to watch a game, then who would play hockey... and why? The team plays for the fans and the fans cheer for their team, taunt the other team, and at times tip the scales. They certainly provide the atmosphere, the energy needed for the game to be good. It is a symbiotic relationship. That's what makes hockey so good.

I was reading in the paper this morning that Vancouver has already abandoned their team. Even before their last game, where their team enjoyed the so called "home ice advantage," the fans sucked. (Home ice is only considered an advantage because the fans cheering/support is an added incentive to victory). This is so typically a Vancouver response that it sickens me to have to recall all the times it has happened this way in the past.

In all of it's collective sulking, Vancouver does not deserve another playoff game. Let it end in Calgary tonight, with the fans cheering, and everyone appreciating the privelege of competing in the Stanley Cup finals. Calgary has fought hard and they deserve the chance to advance.

The Bride is Back

For the Final Cut

Kill Bill Volume 2. It's where we'll be at tonight, late show. Watched Kill Bill Volume 1 on Wednesday and I had almost forgotten how much I liked that movie.

From the Snakepit of Bweezy's Mind...

I'm feeling a little lazy and saw this great post over at Bweezy's, so I am replicating it here for you. I will post more later, that's a promise!

Delicious Irony of the Day

Using WMD as a justification to attack Iraq , america invaded but found none. Now, reportedly due to circumstances under the american occupation, we discover that many of Iraq's nuclear facilities have become unguarded, and radioactive elements and materials are being smuggled out of Iraq, where they could possibly be used to make WMD. Hmmm. What else would they be used for?

As Bweezy would say, "isn't it ironic?"

We're on fire!

You smell that? Do you smell that? Blubber, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of Blubber in the morning.

Smells like... Victory...

Bring on Game Six!!!!!

How Canadian are You?

Great Canadian Shoot Out

Oh, and my good deed of the day: Don't forget to watch Hockey tonight! Go Flames GO!

Love, is a Burning Flame...

GO FLAMES GO!!!!

The Medium decides the Message

As per Riverbend, in Iraq:

The American and European news stations don't show the dying Iraqis… they don't show the women and children bandaged and bleeding- the mother looking for some sign of her son in the middle of a puddle of blood and dismembered arms and legs… they don't show you the hospitals overflowing with the dead and dying because they don't want to hurt American feelings… but people *should* see it. You should see the price of your war and occupation- it's unfair that the Americans are fighting a war thousands of kilometers from home. They get their dead in neat, tidy caskets draped with a flag and we have to gather and scrape our dead off of the floors and hope the American shrapnel and bullets left enough to make a definite identification…

It is sad, but true. Why should the american world be shielded from the truth that they bankroll? Why should they find comfort in a seductive, sterilized retelling of the story? They are afterall, really the only ones in the world who can influence it...

Every one wants to win the Cup

Ok, I know I have inadvertantly blogged tonnes today, but I couldn't pass this up. This is for all my Leafs fans out there...

EVERY SHOT YOU TAKE

OTTAWA SONG

Via: Mix 999 Hat Tip: Lilly Wonka

He's my Hero

I've sailed in a perfect dream
I've seen the sun make love to the sea
I've kissed the moon a million times
Danced with angels in the sky
I've even seen miracles
I've seen the tears disappear
But still haven't seen anything
That amazes me quite like you do

Easter Weekend Volume Two

Even though many different pages and blogs consider me to be a News Blog, it really has been a while since I wrote a news oriented post (versus opinion). I feel I have maybe neglected that part of my blogging persona and therefore some of my audience (sorry). My apologies. Let me try to make up for it.

Top Story: Iraq: Who would Jesus Bomb?

The crisis in Al-Fallujah is the most predominant among many problematic areas in Iraq (where american troops are currently fighting a "two front" battle against both Sunni and Shi'a insurgencies). The violence has been so extreme in Al-Fallujah that the Iraqi Governing Council felt it neccessary to denounce american military operations there and call for a cease fire, which it has secured, although sporadic reports indicate fighting has resumed there again. With americans determined to exert more pressure to gain control before the June 30th handover date, they seem not to realize the people of Iraq need the occupation to end before the transfer of power can be considered legitimate. "They behave as though it is their country and we are all terrorists," said one Falluja resident.

Personally, I doubt that the americans will ever be able to encourage, inspire or inflict reform throughout Iraq, or the Middle East for that matter. They refuse to come to an understanding of the people, the culture, the beliefs and religion, their tribal histories (and tendancies) or their determination of spirit and how they define themselves as a group. Yet the americans do seem to be prepared to commit a large amount of undisciplined military force to achieve this end - an illustration of the severe lack of coherent planning for post war Iraq. But this is perhaps a blog for another day.

Local News: Edmonton: What's Wrong with our Police?

A 24 year old Edmontian father ran into a burning house to save his two children from certain death. Neighbours had tried to enter the home but had been pushed back from the heat and the smoke. The Dad managed to reach the kids and get them to the doorway before he collasped, needing medical attention for smoke inhalation that collasped a lung. While his children were whisked away to Stollery Children's Hospital for treatment (where they remain in stable condition) the Dad was arrested by Edmonton Police on an outstanding warrant for an unpaid 57.00 fine, and taken to the remand centre. He did not recieve any medical attention until after his family was able to raise his bail. He then went to the hospital to see his children.

So what's wrong with this story? I'm sorry - I think you need to use some discretion in certain situations, and certainly an arrest warrant can be dealt with in the few days after something like this happens - you know, let the guy get some medical attention and see his kids in hospital to make sure they are ok? My guess is that because this man is Native he was treated like a second class scum by city Police. I'm getting really tired of this kind of thing here in Edmonton, it happens alot. I don't much like it here - but that is definatly a blog for a different day.

Public Service: Canada - Greatest Canadian

Duncan and I have been debating for more than a few days now whom we should nominate for the CBC's Greatest Canadian. If you haven't had a chance already, check it out. I will publish my decision when I complete it!

As for posting news again, I have mixed feelings - I see so much in the indy and other nations media that I want to post the gory horrid truth of whats facing the people of Iraq, but the stories are not "popular" and might even decrease readership... and yet that leaves me thinking that the teppid watered down versions our us controlled media has to offer has no teeth at all. It's like deseminating propaganda for them... all the while pretending everything is ok. I don't think it's me. We shall see.

Easter Weekend Volume One

Whilst taking a break from cooking our Easter Dinner (which is tonight since the kids have just arrived home) I thought I would try and quickly get some blog time in.

This weekend has been marvelous. Thursday evening after the kids left with their Dad we went to see an advanced showing of the Punisher. It was very good, dark and gruesome at times, but good. I liked the way the comic book "hero" differieniated between themes of revenge (which he had no respect for) and punishment, which he saw as a needed action when the law just wouldn't do.

Good Friday I had a surprise for Duncan - he had said that he wanted to go see the Whole Ten Yards, so I bought him the Whole Nine Yards and we watched it before I took him out to see the movie. That evening we watched Hockey (ofcourse) at our place with Quynn, and it was a great game! After Quynn went home Duncan finished Splinter Cell 2 (Pandora Tomorrow) and we went to bed with much to celebrate.

Saturday we finished watching the Matrix movies (we had watched the Matrix earlier in the week) and I was pleasantly confronted with themes I had picked up in watching them before but really stood out when one watches them all together. The story closely follows the Easter story, and I might blog more about it later, but if you know the story of Elijah and Jesus, as well as are familiar with Greek Mythology, go and rewatch the movies all together. After the movies we went down to Whyte Avenue and cruised through the shops enjoying the sunshine. Duncan had made reservations at Yianni's, a wonderful little greek place that treated us to belly dancing during our meal. After dinner we strolled from Whyte Avenue downtown, across the high level bridge. The North Saskatchewan River was beuatiful, and the lights of the city and the Legislature, coupled with the stars, made it very romantic. We ended up at Chez Pierre's, a Strip Club that I first took Duncan to (his first time) four years ago. Four Years, wow. It seems just like yesterday! We had a very enjoyable time and I recieved some extra special attention from my favourite girl that night, Brittany.

Easter Sunday, we slept in... glorious morning. All our plans got a little mixed up but we managed to prevail and salvage an evening for ourselves. We watched the Hockey Game at Hooters with a bunch of Canucks Fans (BOOOOO CANUCKS) and we lost - it was still a good game. We came home, changed into our PJ's and went out for a walk, always enjoyable. I miss walking lots with Duncan, thank god the weather is finally better!

Today, well we hid Chocolate eggs (some I made myself) and treats for the kids to find when they arrived home. That's gotta be the funnest part of Easter, the whole egg hunt! We did some web updating stuff and cleaned up a bit, especially outside where the lawn needs some spring attention. I am in the midst of cooking a roast pork dinner, with Mixed Veggies, Hollandaise sauce and Yorkshire Pudding (which reminds me, I must go and put those in the oven). MmmMmmmmm. But yes I must go. I hope everyone had an awesome weekend as well!

Blog Happens!

But only when life doesn't get in the way!

Every weekend that the kids are off with their Dad Duncan always plans out some parts of our days to be just completely "us" and "date" orientated, and this weekend has been no exception. And the best part? TWO MORE DAYS TO GO! Yay us! Tonight we are off to Quynn's for Sushi, Steak and Calgary Flames Hockey.

Is there anything more glorious than the Stanley Cup Playoffs? It's my favourite season!

Oh and for the curious, Bush did know Bin Laden had plans to commit terrorist acts upon US soil, including possibly using planes to target NY buildings, before the Sept 11 2001 attacks. But we all knew that anyways didn't we.

Oh yeah, and Happy Easter to any devotees out there - if you want to watch an interesting portrayal of the Easter Story than watch all three Matrix movies together (in the right order silly).

Whale of a Sandwich

Ladies and Gentleman, we have a playoff series. All of you detractors may now leave the blog.

"Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand..."

I am pretending to work. It's not hard since my actual workload today is minimal and I am not directly supervised so it is expected that I manage my own time. But truth be told, the sun is out, I am feeling friskier than the Easter Bunny and I have no interest in work. It's a day for daydreaming!

So, I am finding it very hard to focus on being at work and not on the fact that beginning at 2:00 today is my long weekend, and one alone with Duncan since Mark is coming to pick up the kids for Easter. I am very much looking forward to it!!!!!!!

GAME ON!

The long trek to the Stanley Cup is finally upon us. I am bursting with excitement! I often muse that the reason god sent me to live in Canada could only be hockey and the Stanley Cup. Love for Stanley, and Hockey, runs deep within my soul. I can't imagine a life without it. And I am blessed enough that I have Duncan to share it all with!

GO FLAMES! GO SENS! GO CANADIENS!

My Wet Dream...

Calgary vs Montreal for the Stanley Cup, Game Seven in Calgary...

It's a crosswalk, Dumbass

So there I am, standing at the school waiting for Wes to get out of class. I am watching my daughter and her friend while they are on the other side of the road. Just as Raven's friend goes to step on the crosswalk a car comes around the corner with no obvious intent on stopping. I don't even have time to say watch out. The driver see's the girls, doesn't slow down, and swerves slightly so she can get around them and keep going.

So I am a little upset... and seeing that the driver has now (double parked) only a short ways away I decide to say something to her. Belaying my first instinct to say "HEY YOU STUPID BITCH," I start out with "Hey, that was my daughter you almost hit on that ..." but she interupts me with "Oh, (flicks hair back) you mean those girls that ran out onto the road? You should teach them better not to run in front of cars," and walks away.

Oh really? Well. Did you know it was against the law to enter a crosswalk when someone is in it? I did. Do you know it's a 500.00 fine? Well... guess who is on her way to the Police Station right now to finish filing her complaint? I'll be back later.

I promise that I will do my best

Raven became a Girl Guide tonight. She was a little nervous but was also very excited. She's actually a year too young, being only eight, but they made an exception in her case. When I was young I finished the Brownie, Guide and Pathfinder programs (I know, over achiever...), and I mostly enjoyed myself. I did however, find I enjoyed Boy Scouts much more. And you can take that however you want, dearest readers...

Politics should be service for the people, not service for ones self

I was 17 or so when Ethel Blondin-Andrew was first elected federally. I remember watching an interview with her and the things she said inspired me - but it was more than that. Her politics came from her heart, and as such, she touched in me things I hadn't dared to recognize in myself, or had tried to ignore, having grown up in male centred politics.

I understand and appreciate the peculiar difficulties of combining Native politics with Western Judea-Christian politics, a challenge that even today is not soon to be met. Yet Ethel never stops... she is still, all these years later, as excited and happy to be doing what she is doing - not only for her own people, but for the whole people of Canada. It is the true nature of service that allows her to work towards making a difference.

Her vision of Canada is very similiar to my vision. Our nations are different and yet they are the same. We do live in the best country in this world and The Spirit is strong.

Since we only talked for a few minutes, I was only able to briefly tell her how I thought about her and congratulate her on the job she was doing. I look forward to the next time I will meet with her.

She gave me a lot to think about between now and then.

Hockey Night in Canada

He tried so hard to make the end of the hockey game.

What could be more Canadian than falling asleep in front of the TV watching Hockey Night in Canada? It's been a good game so far, but barring mindless optimism (as Quynn put it) it's not looking good for the Oilers.

Paul Martin, PM, meet Raven Smyth, Albertan.

Raven was so cute yesterday - when Paul Martin walked into the room I pointed to him for her and I said, matter of factly, "That's the Prime Minister."

She looked at me with big eyes, in a most impressed voice, and said "The Prime Minister... of Canada?!? The WHOLE Canada?!?!"

RUSH THE VOTE 2004 Youth Summit

What does Prime Minister Paul Martin, Deputy Prime Minister Anne McLellan, Minister of State Ethel Blondin-Andrew, Nelly Furtado, the Barenaked Ladies, Duncan, Raven and I, and Sushi have in common?

We were all in the same room tonight. Well, the Sushi came afterwards.

Obviously Paul Martin's surprise visit was my highlight, but we enjoyed Ms Furtado's musical performance... she sang her single "Try" for us. I was disappointed when she talked though. Apparently, some people should sing, and some people should talk.

Had a great talk with Ethel Blondin-Andrew, but I will blog about that later. I am tired (Duncan and I have had a super great/busy day today). But we are pooped.

Rush the Vote.

THE FLAMES ARE IN! THE FLAMES ARE IN!

There are two Calgarians dances around in Edmonton right now!

Hello out there, we're on the air it's hockey night tonight
The tension grows, the whistle blows,
And the puck goes down the ice.

The goalie jumps, and the players bump,
The fans all go insane,
Someone roars, "Bobby scores!"
At the good old hockey game.

Oh! The good old hockey game,
Is the best game you can name;
And the best game you can name,
Is the good old Hockey game!

Second period ........
Where the players dash with skates a-flash,
The home team trails behind;
But they grab the puck and go bursting up,
And they're down across the line.

They storm the crease like bumble bees,
They travel like a burning flame;
We see them slide the puck inside,
It's a one-one hockey game.

Oh! The good old hockey game,
Is the best game you can name;
And the best game you can name,
Is the good old hockey game!

Third period ........
Last game of the playoffs too!
Oh, take me where the hockey players,
Face-off down the rink;
And the Stanley Cup is all filled up,
For the champs who win the drink.

Now the final flick of a hockey stick,
And on one gigantic scream;
Well, the puck is in - the home team wins,
That good old hockey game.

Oh! The good old hockey game,
Is the best game you can name;
And the best game you can name,
Is the good old hockey game!

Life is Hockey. Hockey is life. Get in the Game!