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As Canadian as possible (under the circumstances) Sometimes, I just get sick of being Canadian. We come in second or third a lot. Most times, though, it's 28th. Our skaters fall, our skiers don't qualify, and the hockey team stinks in its first outing.
But something changed this week... there was an uproar -- very un-Canadian -- and silver turned to gold. The ice on our lakes finally froze. The sun shone and we skated on our front yard rinks. And when the skates came off we did that wobbly walk back home, the experience only a true Canadian understands. And it felt really great.
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