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Post-Olympics: My Top Ten

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

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Well, the crowds have thinned, many of the event locations have been dismantled, and I haven’t heard a “WOO-HOO!” or “LUUUUUUU!” for two days now. But the memories of the Vancouver Olympics – ah, those are forever burned in my heart and mind. I’ve never been so proud, so moved, so GRATEFUL to be a Canadian, to witness, to me at least, a coming-of-age of our national identity as a proud, beautiful, spirted, GREAT country.

It’s impossible to list all of the wonderful memories I have from the Games, but here are some real highlights for me, in no particular order.

  1. Clara Hughes’ brilliant, stunning last race in her speedskating career – a bronze medal win that put her in the Olympics history books as the ONLY athlete ever to win multiple medals in both Summer and Winter Games. I’ll never forget her smile.
  2. Joanne Rochette’s heart-breaking and brave performance in women’s ice skating that earned her a spot on the podium and a place in every Canadian’s heart. Her late mother was her guardian angel for sure.
  3. The love and support shown Alexandre Bilodeau by his severely disabled brother as he STOOD without his wheelchair to watch him win our very first gold medal on Canadian soil. I bawled.
  4. The unbridled joy of Jon Montgomery when he won gold in skeleton – and his walk to the podium as he chugged a pitcher of beer. I laughed out loud.
  5. The love so evident between speedskaters Marianne St-Gelais and Charles Hamelin as they watched each other medal, laughed and cried for each other, and embraced as if the whole world wasn’t watching. It gave me goosebumps and a lump in my throat.
  6. k.d. laing singing Hallelujah during the Opening Ceremonies. Best. Performance. Ever.
  7. People everywhere, every age and colour, breaking into O Canada and waving Canadian flags at every opportunity. Soul-stirring.
  8. Heather Moyse, Kaillie Humphries, Helen Upperton and Shelley-Ann Brown ruling the bobsleigh track at breakneck speed with gold and silver medals – and making it look easy and graceful and FUN!
  9. Gold in hockey for our men and women and gold and silver in curling – what more can I say? The ultimate high.
  10. Finally, Vancouver – my new home, gorgeous, welcoming, vibrant – so deserving of your own gold medal. I love you!

Guess Who is Making the Rounds?

Monday, February 15th, 2010

A delighted Crowd - Alexandre Bilodeau at Robson Square.

Story and photos by Toby Snelgrove

It was an afternoon to hang with my daughter, Andie, who was fresh from the Men’s Mogul competition on Sunday. She beamed with delight as she described to me what happened at Cypress Mountain yesterday. It truly was a patriotic high experienced by her and her fellow Canadians. They had jsut witnessed Canada winning its first gold medal of the games and on home turf – even watching it on television choked me up.

I have to admit, I was envious. It is one thing to be out of town when something like this happens, but to be just a bus ride away and knowing that the event ticket would have cost less than $200, hurts. I didn’t let my envy effect my joy for her. It was the first day of outstanding weather and it was our first gold medal. Truly, “she” struck gold. However, it was not to be the end of her good luck.

A happy man

As we meandered about Robson Street, I explained the different venues and described some of the spontaneous (unannounced) happenings. For some reason I decided to turn south at the ice rink and head towards a stage where I had enjoyed a concert two nights ago. As we made our way back she noticed the crowd taking an interest in one of the small stages to the right. There was excitement in the air. The camera slowly panned from the “green room” waiting area towards the stage. The huge display screen revealed nothing. As I was about to direct her down to the ice rink, an announcer appeared and said, “We have a special guest for you today”. I grabbed my camera in anticipation. A young man appeared on stage. The crowd erupted in spontaneous cheers and applause. It was not other than Alexandre Bilodeau, my daughter’s new hero.

I was a sweet moment. My daughter and I, who I see infrequently (she’s from California), together experiencing Alexandre Bilodeau’s first non-broadcasted meeting with the public – and we were there.

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