Monday, May 30, 2011
Canada's team my white, freckly ass (and other Monday morning musings)
I'll probably have my citizenship revoked for it, but I'm rooting against "Canada's Team" in the Stanley Cup final. Never mind that the Vancouver Canucks have fewer than a dozen Canadian players who've taken a regular shift in the playoffs as opposed to the 15 Canadians who suit up for the Bruins on a routine basis, or that I can drive to Boston in the time it takes to fly to Vancouver, the patriot police have decreed that the Canucks are Canada's team, with the not-so-subtle implication that cheering against them would represent an unpardonable act of sedition. That's exactly the kind of perfunctory flag-waving and narrow-minded jingoism that used to make bemused Canadians roll our eyes at our American neighbors...Lady Luck was a generous mistress yesterday at both the Indianapolis 500 and the Monaco Grand Prix. Dan Wheldon celebrated a gift-wrapped Indy championship after last lap leader JR Hildebrand crashed on the final turn. In Monaco, a red flag accident with six laps to go allowed Sebastien Vettel to pit for new tires and hold off a hard-charging Fernando Alonso, who otherwise probably would have passed Vettel and given Ferrari its first checkered flag of the season...One of the unique touches at the Indy 500 is the traditional singing of Back Home Again in Indiana, much like the Kentucky Derby honors tradition with the singing of My Old Kentucky Home. I'd like to see other sporting events adopt the same tradition, and to that end, I have a few suggestions: for the Tour de France, Bicycle Race by Queen; for the Calgary Stampede, the Rodeo Song (with appropriate disclaimers); for the running of the bulls in Pamplona, Spain, take your pick - AC/DC's Big Balls, Dumb by Nirvana or REM's Everybody Hurts.