Sunday November 12, 2006
Daniel and Kim, family from Regina rolled into town but 6 hours ago to watch the western final of the CFL. In Daniel's words, "it's probably the best team we'll have for a while so it's worth coming out." It's the first time either have been to Vancouver and it's not necessarily the city for them. Both looked uneasy and unsure when they stepped through the automatic sliding doors of the airport's West Jet terminal to claim their small suitcase from the conveyor belt.
Though breakfast was good, and it's great to have them in town to visit, I can only assume the loss incurred by the Rough Riders (as of this writing, they stand at a 26 point loss to the Lions of British Columbia) will only serve to distract them from the beauty of this city. Unfortunately, they have arrived on a typically grey day and because of the season, they will not only miss the opportunity to see the mountains, which are currently most likely capped in fresh white snow, but will also emerge from the stadium to a barrage of catcalls (they are wearing their Rider jerseys of course) into the darkness of autumn night.
The gleaming glass towers of the downtown core will fail to inspire them and the sour taste of passion unfulfilled will double the feelings of beleaguered tiredness their 3:30 am wake up have incurred. As the host of this short visit, I feel compelled to bring these two over to the pro Vancouver agenda. I am afraid that I will be unable to fulfill these self imposed duties.
I can already tell that the low, misty grey clouds will overshadow their experience here in my new home (is it really new after 14 months?). I can only hope that a good meal of some type of traditional comfort food might be my only option to win them over. I'm not sure however that a stop at Modern Burgers for fantastic meal will do the trick. I'm willing to try though.
As for me, I'm already feeling the dreary effects of the grey winter. Like the dampness in the air, the grey seems to slowly seep it's way into my body and like the feeling of damp wool, begins to weigh and itch at the happiness I have inside. I have decided to make a concentrated effort this year to eliminate that feeling and force myself to bear the cold and dreary weather like a badge of honour. Resolute I stand under this drapery of cumulous, preparing for the inevitable erosion.
These are the times that I miss home. I miss the comfort of friends dear and I miss my mother's smile. I miss the tender touch of lovers past and I miss the crisp biting cold that I am used to defending myself against.
So to all those Rider fans out there that have suffered a loss that will echo for seasons to come. I say, Go Riders, Go. And though I don't care for your sport, nor it's entrapping fanaticism, I will empathize with your battle, standing tall in the bleak and cold future. We will endure. The promise of spring is always in the air.
Go Riders, Go.
Though breakfast was good, and it's great to have them in town to visit, I can only assume the loss incurred by the Rough Riders (as of this writing, they stand at a 26 point loss to the Lions of British Columbia) will only serve to distract them from the beauty of this city. Unfortunately, they have arrived on a typically grey day and because of the season, they will not only miss the opportunity to see the mountains, which are currently most likely capped in fresh white snow, but will also emerge from the stadium to a barrage of catcalls (they are wearing their Rider jerseys of course) into the darkness of autumn night.
The gleaming glass towers of the downtown core will fail to inspire them and the sour taste of passion unfulfilled will double the feelings of beleaguered tiredness their 3:30 am wake up have incurred. As the host of this short visit, I feel compelled to bring these two over to the pro Vancouver agenda. I am afraid that I will be unable to fulfill these self imposed duties.
I can already tell that the low, misty grey clouds will overshadow their experience here in my new home (is it really new after 14 months?). I can only hope that a good meal of some type of traditional comfort food might be my only option to win them over. I'm not sure however that a stop at Modern Burgers for fantastic meal will do the trick. I'm willing to try though.
As for me, I'm already feeling the dreary effects of the grey winter. Like the dampness in the air, the grey seems to slowly seep it's way into my body and like the feeling of damp wool, begins to weigh and itch at the happiness I have inside. I have decided to make a concentrated effort this year to eliminate that feeling and force myself to bear the cold and dreary weather like a badge of honour. Resolute I stand under this drapery of cumulous, preparing for the inevitable erosion.
These are the times that I miss home. I miss the comfort of friends dear and I miss my mother's smile. I miss the tender touch of lovers past and I miss the crisp biting cold that I am used to defending myself against.
So to all those Rider fans out there that have suffered a loss that will echo for seasons to come. I say, Go Riders, Go. And though I don't care for your sport, nor it's entrapping fanaticism, I will empathize with your battle, standing tall in the bleak and cold future. We will endure. The promise of spring is always in the air.
Go Riders, Go.
posted by Mike Fly at 6:38 PM
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