Canada Wins!

Will we ever forget the day that Canada won? I'm talking about the now infamous game. The day that Canada's history changed. I can still remember how my stomach sank when the Americans tied it up. I can remember wondering if maybe it was all over. Why hadn't Crosby contributed like expected? Would Ryan Miller prove too difficult for Canada's offensive line?



Then as the overtime period began the nervousness kicked in like an overwhelming wave of uncontrolled emotion. I was utterly powerless in regards to the outcome of the situation, but entirely committed to the television. I could hear the blood rushing through the arteries in my neck. I remember feeling of the seemingly endless adrenalin that coursed through my veins.

Years of being a Canucks fan prepares one for utter disappointment in hope of a positive outcome. I was ready to once again yield my national pride to the accomplishments of my southern neighbors. The whole ordeal became physically unbearable. That is when it happened. The puck went into the corner boards and even before the camera man could square up the shot, Crosby had the puck. You all know what happens next, but all I can remember is the overwhelming feeling of disbelief.

As I jumped up and down screaming, "Crosby did it!" I had my eye on the screen making sure that the officials were not going to disallow the goal.

I don't know what else to say about that moment. I know that from then on my hope in my country was renewed. I am a little bit more proud to sing our national anthem. In a world of politics and moral struggle I was happy to be able to say that I am Canadian and that my country rocks!