This is how you maximize the bounty of trans-Atlantic technology!
Lord I felt like a stuffed Churrasco turkey when I woke up this morning. Or better yet, I think I know what the turkey part of the turkducken must feel like after we Americans came up with that gastronomic monstrosity. I started this month recovering from food poisoning, and I’m finishing it on a much better note. I might not yet have a place to live, but I am certainly surrounded by good people and good food in this country….and even a little ice hockey!
Last night involved dining on Brazilian meats that were lovingly carved off of spears while seated on the rooftop of someone’s house (whoever this person is, I don’t care- but I am happy that they are cooking). Apparently these mystery Samaritans send out top-secret text messages at random hours to lucky potential diners- the food is so good that demand is high, and reservations fill up quickly for a meal that can’t be beat.
So I ate lots of food, and then wasn’t hungry again until the next evening. Which brings me to right now.
As my curling-fatigued sister pointed out, tonight marks the last event of the 2010 Winter Olympics. As luck would have it, this event happens to be the gold medal ice hockey game- Canada versus the United States for you Commies who are hiding under a rock and don’t already know. I haven’t gotten a chance to watch any ice hockey action while here, but lo and behold I turned on the TV in my little residence and was shocked to see hockey on my African screen being narrated by very excitable French-speaking commentators.
Thank you God!
Not only do I get to watch my favorite sport- I get to do it while shooting my Dad and brother text messages back and forth while they are watching on Cape Cod. I brought the puck out of my nightstand (what, you don’t have one kept next to your bed?), put on my USA sweatshirt and laughed as I unwittingly learned some French hockey terms:
–Le Style Papillon (butterfly save)
–Lancer (slapshot)
–Meeester Hockey (Gordie Howe)
-La rondelle (puck)
–Le fabuleux Ree-an Meeel-euhr (MVP Goalie)
-Loooooungou (other guy on the other end of the ice)
and my personal favorite
“deux minutes en prison” (can you figure this one out?)
Late vocabulary addition: La prolongation
That lined out section above? I wrote that with about a minute left in regulation. Don’t be shocked- I’m a terrific pessimist!
As it turns out, my comments will ultimately prove applicable. Man I’m exhausted- and yet not disappointed at all. You couldn’t really have asked for a better game….or as the annoying commentators stated this more aptly:
Quel match de folie!
Incidentally, there will be a rematch in two days. In Boston Garden. Bring on the Habs!