Tired and it’s only halftime
This is a huge football weekend in Canada. Due to some kind of calendar jerrymandering, the university semifinals took place today, and Grey Cup will go to a new home sometime tomorrow evening.
Here in Quebec City, the weather improved miraculously, so that our hosting of the Uteck Bowl didn’t involve torrential rains or sloppy snow. We had a photogenic fall day with sunshine, and a well-behaved crowd of about fifteen thousand on the campus to see the Rouge et Or do the dirty to the Acadia Axemen. 57-10. There, recorded for posterity. You’d think I owned the team.
The second game of the day placed the USask Huskies into a tight matchup with the UOttawa Gee-Gees. Pity, Golden Gaels, because the ‘dogs just kept pulling the sleigh up and down the field. The Mitchell Bowl is on the way to Saskatoon, after a close game that finished 35-28 in Ottawa.
Next week, the Vanier Cup. I’m virtually tired, and it’s only halftime in this weekend of watching the ‘games. Tomorrow, off to Winnipeg (in virtual terms) where I hope the Alouettes will show the west how to play the game. On CBC radio today, someone was making fun of a game that involved Lions versus Larks. Birds with one centimeter claws that allow them to stand erect on a branch. Good joke.
More and more, football is taking it’s place as a Canadian sport. We have our own take on the field length, the number of players, the number of downs, the number of frostbite victims per game (really good joke). Seriously, ever since hockey decided that it’s rightful home was in the land of “no ice or snow”, we have had to call upon football to do the east versus west that the country needs. Now, if we could finally get a franchise out in Halifax, one that would stomp on the competition and wear it’s colours proudly. I’d be in the market for tickets; there’s a bridge from the Island to the mainland for just that sort of reason.
