Sunday, January 16, 2011

The Green Green Grass of Home

I know I'm not supposed to tweet during the game, but damn, that Canadian anthem brings a tear to my eye every single time.


  1. Damn. Did anyone see that truck that just hit me? Perhaps I should pay less attention to the smart phone and more attention to who is about to kick my ass. At least we won the game you maple tree-hugging back bacon-devouring beer-guzzling jackasses.

  2. I don't like this. I am gaining a soft spot for Canadians. Maybe it is because I have had the pleasure of seeing the real Mike Green in person win a couple games this year. Or maybe because their national anthem is catchy or that Roots makes good clothes, or because maple and bacon are delicious together, but mostly because their accents amuse me. I don't like it one bit. And I still haven't had a sip of Molson yet - maybe it is time, eh?

  3. Ohhh! Ho ho ho, yo! Whatup bitches! My boy J.T. brought over some green, green grass last night so we took a slow ride n hot-boxed it behind the KFC. Extra Crispy, bitches! YEEOW!