Even without actually attending this year’s Heritage Classic (annual outdoor NHL hockey game), it was impossible to avoid coming into contact with it yesterday.


Ferrying around Mrs. That Dan Guy for her work, attending to an interview of my own (hoping that will be posted online later today, tomorrow the latest), it was everywhere – no big surprise, knowing how near hockey in Canada is to a fanatical religious experience…

I tuned in to a local AM radio station (AM!! How quaint is that?) that was carrying the broadcast. Driving home at one point, I realized I was passing our Canadian Football League’s McMahon Stadium (NOT named after Ed McMahon, to the best of my knowledge) where the game was being played. Glancing over, the crowd was nothing short of astounding - tens of thousands of human popsicles encased in parkas, toques, and frostbite. Hardy souls, Canadian sports fans…

After all the build-up, when we got back home, we watched the game on TV until both tuners of our PVR went to competing recordings. Not sure if it was our weekly animated Garfield cartoons, or another infomercial by Joan Rivers, but it prevented us from catching the end – didn’t matter, our hometown Calgary Flames emerged victorious!!

Yee-Haw!! Vive Le Hockey!

Chow for now…