Memories of Salt Lake City

Some favourite moments from last night’s hockey gold-inspired pandemonium:

Stepping out of the pub after the game, feeling victorious, and hearing the roar of the gathering crowd on Ste-Catherine St. a block away.
Seeing more Canadian flags on Montreal’s streets in one night than I have in the 4 years I’ve lived here.
The surging crowd overtaking a #15 bus, threatening riotously to overturn it and then, in a Canadian instant, thinking better of it.
Bumping into my pal Kieran, whom I had tried to get ahold of before the game, in the middle of all the tomfoolery.
The goofs that circled a man and a man’s best friend, and started chanting, “Canadian dog, Canadian dog!”
The cardboard cutout of Gretzky that someone steadfastly hoisted and paraded throughout the evening, even when his legs got torn and he turned into Gretzky Jr.

And oh yes, did I mention that when you get down to it, that was just a good old barn-burner of a hockey game?

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