Weight of a Nation – draft
Comments (0) What is it like to carry the hopes and dreams of an entire nation on your shoulders? Patriotic? Exhilarating? Terrifying? I sit here as I’m sure many Canadians do, disappointed by Team Canada’s loss to Team USA. I will try to take the high road. To them, the nuances don’t matter. How badly the Canadians out shot them, out chanced them. How Ryan Miller literally stole the game for them because without him, the score could have easily been 7 or 8 to 2. But I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. About Canadians and Americans. Canada and the United States. And it occurs to me, never were two countries so seemingly alike, yet so different.
I wonder if having lived in the US for over 11 years now has dulled my senses to the differences but I don’t have to look any farther than text messages and facebook comments to realize, my senses are as sharp as ever. It’s not easy, nor should it be. I (currently) choose to live here.
There are some things that just can’t be explained. They appear so obvious to some but are the source of great mystery to others. For example, people often ask (or they used to), why do you climb mountains? It’s in the same vein people ask about Canadians and hockey.
