Fever season
Some folks that this sports thing WAY too seriously. Here in the land of bent sticks and rubber missiles, the playoffs are underway. First proof; the number of cars with flags flying from their side windows. Only a vexillologist can explain why a big C, in red, surrounding a tiny H, in white should be flown, ever. Especially in the absence of a parade formation.
Just the other day, the federal minister responsible for culture (??) tweeted success to “Canada’s team in these playoffs.” Rather than taking offense at the very action of texting simple phrases in a public place, a certain percentage of the population were very upset that he chose the wrong team. Hockey loyalties run deep, for generations. A cabinet minister can say as many stupid things as he finds time for, but don’t step on the scarf of a fan!
News coverage has “tuned out” the rest of the planet. Instead, the various newspapers have dedicated the front page to blurry action pictures from the previous game, even when it was several days ago. I don’t want to imagine the angst when certain teams are eliminated (due to insufficient ability). Sad times will soon be upon us.
Even our mayor is in energizer bunny mode, pointing out that the (local) market needs a franchise, so that we (his subjects) could forget mediocre administrative results, as the Cup fever reaches pandemic proportions. I’m old enough to remember the parades that never were, back when there was a local team. And no, I don’t own a jersey, or a car flag, or any of the other trappings of a bewildered fanatic.
