Feb 7, 2002
| The winter olympics were being held in toronto and the hockey games
were
taking place in niagara…somewhere on the grounds of niagara college. Tons of new buildings had been built because of the events. I was a part of the Canadian Mens Olympic team. My position was right winger and my role was that of mikael renburg on sundin’s line….heavy forchecker, tough in the corners..able to win battles along the boards and able to get the puck to my centre. It was the gold medal game. The score was tied 4-4…we were playing the chek republic. I remember the crowd being of non north american nationality because I couldn’t understand anything they were saying. A few minutes of my dream is me actually skating on the ice and digging behind the net fighting for the puck… then in the second period I get news that there’s a family emergency and that I have to leave immediately. The second period hadn’t even ended and I had to rush off the ice. I do’t remember where I went or what I did, but I remember coming back to the arena a few hours later wondering if we had won gold. No one spoke english so I got frustrated and tried to figure out what was going on, as the arena was stilll packed with a crowd. I ended up finding a trainer and he explains to me that in the third period, the ref made a terrible call that would have cost us the gold medal, so in protest, untill some higher up officials could right the wrong call, team canada was in their dressing room protesting the call. I was like Holy Fuck! I gotta get in there and see what the hell pat quinn has to say. (head coach ) I bust into the change room , but it was set up like a classroom, with quinn at the front in front of a chalkboard and each player at his individual desk. Everyone on team canada in real life was in my dream.. I picked a place in the back but quinn ends his lecture and I feel out of the loop. |