Maybe it is the great, patriotice moments created by Canada's excellence in winter sports, namely hockey. I think the greatest Canadian moment I have experienced to date was the ice hockey gold medal game between Canada and the USA in 2002.
It all started the night before that most wonderful of days, and I remember it vividly. Colin and I spent our Saturday night (Gold Medal Eve) at the Blarney Stone. We met some guys from Holland and had a great conversation with them about hockey, the Olympics, politics... Late into the evening (early morning really), Killarny began to play their cover of Where the Streets Have No Name, and in the middle rift, the guitarist kept on playing, and fluidly the Where the Streets Have No Name turned into O Canada. How many of you have rocked out to your anthem? There we were, all strangers, cramped onto the Blarney Stone's tiny dance floor, coming together as nation, partying and dancing to the national athemn in great anticipation the next day.
We were up early the next morning and at the bar (Malones) at 8 AM. It was such an amazing experience. Everyone decked out in red, white and maple leafs. The CBC was there. Everyone starting singing the Stompin' Tom Conners' classic, "The Good Old Hockey Game."
And when Canada won - wow - no words can describe it, but maybe these pictures can:
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