I never thought I would start talking like my kids, but it’s happening.
Their trans-Atlantic style of using words like “awesome”, “totally”, “sick”and
the classic “whatever” derive from youth culture TV.
Anyone visiting Vancouver looking for an exceptional Indian restaurant
should try Maurya. I had a superb lunch there with Anna, a former Caymanian
Compass colleague who recently relocated there. Then it was back to covering
the Winter Olympics.
After a lifetime of indifference, I decided to keep an open mind and snap
up the chance of watching a top hockey game. It was the bitterly fought one
between Canada and the USA on Sunday. The action lived up to the hype with the
Americans winning sensationally 5-3. My enjoyment was heightened by sitting
beside Randy Huggins, a life-long hockey fan who had driven the nine hours from
Washington State to cheer on the Americans.
Randy patiently steered me through the nuances of the sport with added
commentary on why Sidney Crosby is the best player in the NHL, the fact that he
spotted Martin Brodeur as potentially the greatest goal tender of all time in
the early Nineties when the Canadian first burst on the scene and insisted that
young Americans like Hilary Knight and the Lamoureux twins will be around for
up to three more Olympics, they are that good. Randy also waxed lyrical on Bode
Miller, the American skier with a clutch of Olympic medals to his name –all
silver and bronze - and he hoped that roughly at the time we were speaking Miller
was getting his first ever gold. He did.
I had intended not to watch the whole match, avoid the crowds and leave
early to make the three hour trip home to Whistler, but the atmosphere was too
compelling. Whatever. My day was sick. Totally awesome!