Don't Wreck My Column, You Hoser

<![CDATA[One of the main joys I've had after marrying into my current family is their love of hockey, and having that sport grow on me over the years. I still have a major in baseball, as far as sports preferences go, but I'd have to admit my minor would now be in hockey. It's tremendously fun to watch. Over the past fortnight, we have watched the biathalon, curling (including the Canadians continually giving the poor stone the finger illegally), figure skating, Super-G, whatever it is the G stands for, and the halfpipe stuff - board and skis. But those are all fun things to watch in between the main event - men's and women's hockey. Both squads for the United States were promised to be good. Very good. Medal contention good. But on paper, the Canadians were absolutely stacked in the men's division, and the women's team were not going to be pushovers. We were supposed to be good, but could easily get beat by our neighbors up north, and probably would in the men's division. In the women's bracket, when both teams showed they were destined to play in the gold medal game, the Miracle hype began. Comparisons were made from this year's Olympic hockey teams to the 1980 legendary team coached by the Late Herb Brooks that came out of nowhere to defeat the vastly superior powerhouse Soviet team before winning the gold medal two days later. Why the comparison? Well, in short, because Canada's Prime Minister, Mark Carney, is a churlish jerk. At the World Economic Forum in Davos last month, Carney stayed an extra day and decided to drop this beauty on the international community as part of a veiled Trump-hating screed to global elites. ]]>