When is the game over?
This afternoon’s important football question: When is the game over? Is it when the flag drops, or the scoreboard clock reaches zeros, or the whistle blows, or when the winning fans storm the field? Perhaps all of the above?
I had to stretch my wits to get a play-by-play of this year’s Vanier Cup. I checked all those satellite channels, but there was nothing that involved a Canadian team. Is a college game in Georgia really that important? I scanned the hints on Twitter, and tried tuning in to the university radio station from London, ON. No focus. I signed up with Eventbrite for a free telecast, that bore the label “live” proudly, despite a start time that fell six hours after kickoff. And finally, the ULaval student radio came up as an option, so I put the iPad into audio slavery for the rest of the afternoon.
A long afternoon. Things went, slowly, from bad to worse. Final score 39-17 for the UWestern squad. Congratulations! You played well. And thankfully I’m not on a long bus journey from Hamilton to Quebec City later this evening. Hope there’s enough opportunity to sleep and get over what is probably a bad dream for the Rouge et Or.
Tomorrow, the Grey Cup. I don’t have a horse in that race, so I’ll go with the flow. Wouldn’t a snow storm provide a great distraction for those of us tuned in via TV?
Meanwhile, the rest of the world turns. Apparently football (and not the soccer variant) isn’t important enough to stop progress.
