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w June 19, 2006

Patriotism, It's a Funny Thing

Am currently watching Game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals (Edmonton vs Carolina), and while I have no especial love for Edmonton (I'm a Leafs girl, obviously), I find myself rooting for them. Why? Well, because they're CANADIAN of course.


My rational mind took over and I said, Heather...at least 50% of every team in the *entire* NHL is Canadian born, so in all honesty, what is it that you are rooting FOR, exactly? I guess it just seems more right that a team based in my frozen homeland should win the Stanley Cup. Which is kind of stupid considering most Eastern European teams clean our clocks, or at least did in the last Winter Olympics. Still. Patriotism, it's a funny thing.

And come on. Hockey? In North Carolina? NORTH CAROLINA? There's a reason I don't go to San Jose Sharks games, and that's because hockey does not belong in a land where there are no outdoor pickup games between middle schoolers in the dead of winter. Call me a fascist, but I stick with my prejudices.

That being said, I will accept an American team based anywhere north of say, Pennsylvania. That's okay. Michigan works. Minnesota DEFINITELY works. New York works. They know snow. They know what it's like to walk outside and have your nose lose all feeling in about 15 seconds. They know what it feels like to not be able to go skating on the weekends because the mean old dads in the neighborhood commandeer the crappy park ice rink for their pick up games. But not North Carolinians and definitely not Californians. Sorry kids.

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