Americans Humble Uppity Canadians!

Look, some of my best friends are Canadian. I really like Canada. So much so that I chose my ancestors to be from there (I'm half French-Canadian. That would be "Le" Blaiser to vous, buddy.)

But I have to say, when Jamie Salé and David Pelletier were artistically out-skated by the Russians in 2002 at Salt Lake, and then had the gall to ask for a do-over when they didn't get the gold all for themselves, it was as if the entire country jumped the shark and landed with a resounding PLOTZ in the Artic Circle. For me.

I know, I know, I'm bringing a minority opinion here--not many people agreed with the French judge, but sometimes the truth hurts--despite the ensuing brouhaha, if you value artistry over athletic prowess--and what French judge doesn't--then the Russians get it every time. And Canada, not for nothing, but we turn to you for more polite, better-dressed versions of our American selves. If I wanted to see spoiled athletes getting preferential treatment, I needn't look any further than my alma mater, SUNY-Binghamton.

So. Regarding last night's drubbing in Olympic Hockey in Vancouver's ingenuously named Canada Hockey Place, Let's just say our Friends to the North have had this coming for quite some time. Sorry. Yes it had to be your national sport, and on home ice. Don't do it again. Unless you want to come down to Fenway and beat us at baseball.

And you gotta get through 2007 World Series MVP Mike Lowell to do that. Not much stops Senator Lowell--testicular cancer, surgically repaired thumbs, or flaky deals with Texas. Dude also graduated with a 4.0 from high school and wrote a book, which I aim to check out, post haste. How many books has Jamie Salé written that don't have the word "Pouty" in the title. I'm just sayin'.

Thanks for reading, and please remember that just because I finally broke down and got one of those digital cable-box tuner thingys for my TV, it doesn't mean that adult males look cool on Razor Scooters.