This City Is Crazy

There's a Canucks game tonight. Do you know what that means?

1. At least three people check the score at various times during class with their cellphones or whatever, and inform the rest of us of the game's progress. (It was 1-0, then 2-0, for us.)

2. The teacher checks the score on his laptop and also does his part to enlighten us on the current state of the game. (The score is now 3-0.)

3. I go into the lobby/student area/whatever it's called to wait for my dad. Someone has turned the Sports Network on, on the computers there. Supposedly these computers are for Educational Purposes Only, so the kids look guilty when the school counsellor walks past, wondering what he will have to say on the topic. "What's the score?" he asks.

The answer: 3-1. "Blast. I made a bet with my neighbour that they would lose 9-1."

The students chide him for his lack of patriotism.

"I am a man of little faith," says the counsellor in question.

"Move," says the lady at the desk. "You're standing in our view there."

4. My dad arrives. My brother I and run through the rain and hop into the truck to be met with—guess what? THE GAME on the radio. I thought my dad was not a hockey person but it seems he's joined the dark side. Another one bites the dust.

5. I see 50-ish Canucks flags on people's cars during the ten-minute drive home. Or could have, if I had counted. Which I didn't. Also sighted: a bus that displays "GO CANUCKS GO" on the screen where the destination is usually listed.

6. We walk in the door at home and I hear the telling buzz of the TV, the sound that Young People are apparently able to hear but can't when they get older. What do you suppose is playing? This is despite the fact that our TV generally resides in the downstairs closet. I wasn't even aware that the rabbit ears worked anymore.

Oh the pain. Save me, ere I perish in this desert wasteland of hockey fanatics!

They beat Chicago 3-1, by the way. :D