Ovarian work…

I have five words for people who have the time to sit around with their hands down their pants complaining about how Roberto Luongo didn’t quite do it for them on Sunday…

He did it for ME…

In fact when I look back and reflect upon the whole turn of events in the gold medal game on Sunday I have to say it all worked out perfectly…

I couldn’t have imagined it better…

As soon as the second period was over I flew out of the lounge of the White Spot and headed West on Marine Way to pick Little Gem up from her birthday party…

I was still all discombobulated from my conversation with the sister…

Starshine could see it…

She said,

You’re grounded but I can tell that you’re still moving out of that other dimension you went into when you were talking to the nun…

Just keep your eyes on the road ahead of you…

I got to the birthday party and even though there was a brand new, large flat screen television with HD in the living room…

when I  hinted at the game…

the mother of the birthday girl said, sweetly,

We’re not that interested…

The young auntie of the birthday girl said,

My brother is watching it…

somewhere else…

And then as I was walking away she added,

I would like to teach you to belly dance…

This was another one of those wormhole type situations where I felt like I was with my people…

People from Iraq…

and I had to cry in the drive way…

The girls climbed into the car…

and waited quietly for the wave to wash through me…

Little Gem always says,

Cry Mama, just cry…

because she knows what I’m up to…

And then I drove north to drop her friend on Kitchener Street…

I’d already prearranged to finish watching up the game at this house…

With eight minutes remaining I saw Parise score to tie things up with 24.4 left in the game…

and then I had some time to relax in the break before overtime…

I took the time to talk hockey and freaky knowledge with my hosts…

and about how we were sure getting our monies worth out of this game…

And how fans had to stay committed or the city could get torn to shreds…

This was the first last period of a hockey game that this couple had ever watched together…

They’d never had any interest…

until I did a number on them…

By time it was all over…

with all the elements and execution of a fantastic flamenco performance…

the father said to the mother, with his french accent…

Maybe we should take the kids to a hockey game…

I made mention of the package deal the White Spot has going with the Vancouver Giants…

Their eyes got big…

like it had all been planned just for them…

Which brings me full circle…

If you are in the mood to complain about what did or didn’t happen LAST Sunday…

just take a look down at the chest that is sinking into your drawers…

and check to see if there is a gold medal hanging over your power centre…

WE could not have had a better experience…

The point glory on Team Canada was spread around because some held back and didn’t do what was expected of them by critics…

I didn’t have any expectations going into the game…

I just showed up to cheer in the best way that I know how…

living on a prayer for an outcome with the highest good…

And it was delivered…

at the 11th hour…

in real time…

I had a feverish dream... (photo: Little Gem)