But my goodness, first I felt like I was going to die when I was watching that women’s hockey game. Yes, that game, the one between the Canadian and United States women. The one where within the last two minutes on the clock Canada managed to tie it up and then in sudden death overtime score a goal and win the game. It just goes to show that anything can happen in sports. I had resorted to praying for divine intervention for Canada to somehow get a goal and then by a miracle win the game, and can you imagine to my surprise at the last few minutes of the game it happened. I screamed at a low volume, more like a screech, disturbing the customers at the news office. (You know you were watching it at work too.) All joking aside, that was more stressful to watch than the men’s gold medal game. That women’s hockey game was unreal. Everyone here was cheering for them and Wickenheiser since she’s a Saskatchewan girl. I mean everyone stopped what they were doing anywhere in Canada to watch that goal at the end and Canada defeating the United States. I actually felt sorry for the American team, they were crying and I’m kind of a pushover. I thought it would have been nice for them to win just once. But, I got out of that funk and did a fist pump for Canada after. I stopped feeling sorry for them after the announcer on Fox said Canada didn’t deserve to win, there was another one that called the game before the buzzer ended too. It doesn’t mean they didn’t deserve to win, it just means they couldn’t get a goal before the final few minutes of the game. Last weekend was my birthday weekend as well. Each year as the day approaches I am reminded that I am no longer 21 years old. I consider botox and hiding away in some corner with my one wrinkle and then wake up to realize that everyone ages. About this time of year I try to complete at least one item on the bucket list, or do something outrageous that I would have tried at 21. After a great day spent with friends, reveling in the fact that we’re grown women who can do whatever we want, whenever we want, I said a couple prayers for the men’s hockey team in their game against Sweden. I’d have to say behind Canada, Sweden, Finland, Russia and the U.S. are my favourite hockey teams. The funniest part of getting up at 5 a.m. to watch the game was that at 5 a.m. when I logged into Facebook to rub it in that I was watching the game, I got a message from someone I know who is living in Sweden. Not to mention all of the other people that logged on to let me know they were watching it too, or had not slept at all that night for fear of missing the big game. Some of them are full adults that like me dressed in all red with their Team Canada jersey and PJs, eyes peeled open and dry to zoom into the TV screen. Oh Canada, this Swede friend had sent a photo of himself dressed in a yellow and blue Sweden hockey jersey, complete with horned helmet hat, and we were talking trash at each other about the game thanks to the Google Translate app. I had to laugh, really only something like that would happen with a hockey fan. Hockey transcends everything!