Ca-Na-Duh

The eagle has landed in Ontario Canada and the first day was most definitely a sweet one. To begin with, I discovered a beatiful creation called Poutine, which contains french fries covered in gravy with fresh mozzarella cheese. It is a true gut busting, cholesterol raising, heart attack inducing delight and I am secretly thankful it is not readily available in SD. If it were, I may very well weigh about 336 pounds at any given time.

The country is also so into hockey that they have pictures of it on their scrillah. I couldn't help but laugh at the silly Canadians and think to myself, "Hockey? that's not a real sport, it's more like an extra curricular activity that your parents make you play because they caught you smoking weed after school and they want to teach you some discipline. The proof of hockey's wavering status as a superior sport clearly being that it is not completely dominated by African Americans. Sorry Hofherr, it's just science.

Canada is so much like America it seems like just another state at times but something you can't put your finger on is off. Maybe it's that the people are too polite or that all the signs are in French and English, or maybe it's just not dirty and scummy enough for me. It could be their affinity for hockey, their aversion to sticking their nose in foreign affairs that have nothing to do with them or the lack of fast food restaurants on every corner. There is also the fact that if I pick a fight with some local yahoo for no reason and he busts up my "money maker" up a.k.a. my nose, I can get it fixed for free by a qualified doctor.

In essence, we just might have to stick our nose in Canada and get our hands on some of that sweet untamed 'freedom' they got going on over there someday soon.