Missed it? Musings capture the game in writing. A written transcript typed during the game, posted and edited about thirty minutes afterward. Based on the RDS French telecast of the Montreal Canadiens game, Musings take about 23 minutes to read. More detailed than an article, fresher than a looping highlight and good with Doritos. Or late-night toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches. A unique way to re-experience the game. And this morning; it’s the World Juniors. The bronze medal game.
My poppy used to fight over in Germany.
He killed Nazis.
My poppy came from the woods and wind over the sea.
Your poppy sounds ungrateful and stupid.
Your poppy thinks wars make one great.
My poppy knows more than your poppy because he fought in the war.
My poppy supports all who suffer in war, not just the soldiers.
My poppy is the right poppy, the only poppy. The wrong colour poppy is way worse than not having a poppy.
My poppy was born in 1933.
My poppy’s older than yours.
Your poppy glorifies war.
My poppy says having new ideas for old traditions is really offensive.
Margaret Thatcher disdains my poppy.
Jesus wouldn’t want your poppy.
My poppy says this isn’t a Christian country.
My poppy is always right.
Your poppy grew in Flander’s Fields.
My poppy is the greatest poppy in Canada.
My poppy I leave to you with failing arms.
we grew up listening to Honeymoon Suite Loverboy, before that. Cheap Trick, we were told was the next big thing, Beatle big floods weren't cool nike made the ugliest shoes and converse was something american so spalding rubber orange delight so spiderman crinkled we wished we were guys we'd never seen and we craved slim jims, clark bars, the things a cold, cold northern canada town never stocks feathered hair salmon steel lockers the black confetti hallway floors the smooth grey we thought they'd never stop winning 2010-11 I don't know how to end I don't know how to begin
my quebec is lafleur flags ripple, fury's wake engine aflower, blond demon my ontario is Orr from shorr to bear shore my toronto is sittler your right man wronged montreal is mike bossy silver missile, shadow glisten my canada is wayne made marvel mirth marble earth's coolest game my canada is hull grace, brick and mortar no apologies, no quarter mon canada est mario big river, lithe style le magnifique, le naturel my canada ain't on the ice nor its fans in the stands
golden american canuck sliver it's a silver slice pie. gaetan and eric like doug and bobby but internationale i licked i mean liked olympic frozen polar bare foot ball east timore Unitas all but Russ and Spaghetti legs and Ronnie Dougie delight mean CanAm silver flows gold football and hockey olympics and cocky canuckistan is east of east a diamond sky Czech-off is a Russian bullet oppressed and shamed capital and claim the coins are vancouver the iceberg is canada the words were Bidini's the country is ours yeah, i believe it fix it
oh like her visa o like the ode oh where in stars in green stripes have you been? o like you nothing oh so you didn’t know o canada, home for the free o so you didn’t know oh but you never heard owe like your pain is (the) only oh for show nothing is something ignorance is your bliss nothing is the shot you miss Wunderkind Scrimmage Sep 12, 2009 the lazy, powerful lob of pigskin sparring champions laugh, at play baroque timbre, the easy twosome of experience a metronome romance titanic fugue for rote a pause for the sublime
in the offseason, the glint of the greyhound
is a vampire’s silver eye in the moonlight blood never moans pucks never cheer football tickets can’t cascade a millionaire Frenchman’s dream liquid over the edge of a chilled Silver Chalice [The Grey Cup remains Canada's greatest annual single-game event.]