Sometimes life is a movie, and I wrote it.
Getting to the gold medal game was no easy feat for Canada. Getting up at 7 AM on a Sunday was not easy for me. Good thing we both brought our A games.
If I scripted yesterday’s gold medal match, it would go something like:
Jonathan Toews scores the first goal. Squint and you can see his superhero outfit showing around the edges of his hockey gear. There is nothing not to love and admire about the way Jon plays game. He is a hero – his goal the game-winner, his heart the fiercest.
See, I sound like some Disney schmaltz already.
Then, without scoring a goal in the entire Olympic tournament, Sidney Crosby would find himself on a breakaway and put one past the goalie. The Rangers goalie. He doesn’t have to score to be Sid but damn it would feel good to shut people up.
After that he’d lose his helmet, just in case you didn’t remember what you were dreaming about before the early morning alarm.
At the break, some genius would drown out Milbury and Roenick with a shot of John Tavares looking sharp in a suit. Gone is Friday’s ugly striped tie. We’ll credit his adorable girlfriend with that one – now she’s really got the best seat in the house.
Canada would steer, if not quite dominate, the game – enough to allow my heart rate to drop below DEFCON ONE. In the third, just to crush any comeback hopes, much-maligned Chris Kunitz would get his first goal of the Olympics. Too little, too late? Sock monkey, don’t care.
When the buzzer sounded, joy would erupt. Hugs would fly. Toews would fall on his ass in the net in celebration.
Sid would do this.
PK Subban would emerge in full gear and help John make it onto the ice without crutches.
The anthem would play. Medals would be distributed. Toews would smile and derp at the same time, a combination previously thought impossible by science.
Jamie Benn would have a haircut and a bit of a shiner, practically raising his hand in the front row and begging to be Foxy Friday.
John would be the most polite person on Earth.
Sid would get teased, right up until they put that medal around his neck.
There would be moments to pluck your heartstrings:
Hair to envy:
And smiles for days.
My favorites would all line up, John’s pain over the season-ending injury would be eased and Matt Duchene would be gracefully grateful for his chance to step into the lineup.
And after, Team Canada would stay for the closing ceremonies. Their victorious captain would do a mad dash backstage, searching for a pair of black pants to wear to the event. Of course no one else’s pants would be up to task.
Alison would offer $50 to anyone who dropped something in front of Crosby, getting him to try to bend over in borrowed pants. I say we can come up with a lot more cash than that.
Mike Smith would carry Marty St. Louis on his shoulders in the closing ceremonies Parade of Nations.
At the end we’d all turn our eyes toward the remaining NHL season. Or later, if need be. Hopes and dreams – the chase has just begun.
Epilogue: I wish we could have given Team USA a better ending. Bronze at least. After Saturday, I can’t handle a replay of all the Sad Kaner Faces – or anyone talking about him as a failure. Bad day. Incredibly player. Anyone who thinks otherwise based on one (or two) games, isn’t watching much hockey.Tags: 2014 Olympics, Team Canada