"Canada will cease to exist, if they lose Olympic hockey," the television announcer explained in his southern drawl. "That is just how favoured this team is going to be!"
My husband's eyes met my eyes. It was game on.
It has been nearly four years since the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City completely jeopardized our relationship. Everything came down to that final hockey game between Team Canada and Team USA. For Team Canada, a return to the top of the podium after a fifty year absence hung in the balance; for us, four years of extreme bragging rights were at stake.
We cheered for our respective teams from our respective countries. Two thousand, two hundred and ninety-five miles separated us, but the rivalry was fierce. A final score of 5-2 sealed the deal. The enduring legacy has been a cardboard cut-out of a Mountie taped to the inside of my husband's closet door - a gentle reminder of who brought home the gold.
One can only imagine what the rivalry will be like now that we are under the same roof. All that is certain, is that both Canada's pride and my bragging rights will cease to exist if the 'Nuks lose Olympic hockey. I have also been warned that if the USA takes home the gold, I will be looking at a cardboard cut-out of Mr. George W. Bush
for the next four years. It just can't happen.