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Went to watch the final game of the season for Daniel and his team today (well yesterday.)….it was really muggy…and I was for some reason not well from a night of migrating and drinking.  Albeit the really weak G&T’s at Society.  I never knew someone could get something so simple so wrong.

Either way….the Stealers won the final, so they are league champions! Yay! It was an exciting game, actually.  The other team was really good, especially the pitcher.  But as I said, Dan’s team was better 😉  So excited I was stressed out lol.  Especially with the two 3rd base steals…one attempt and fail, one successful….that the guys did. O_O!!! My heart~!  Good hangover cure lol.

So…now what do I do to entertain myself on sundays? Hrms.

I’m still in denial of the fact that I find baseball entertaining. The last time I found baseball entertaining was when the Jays won the world series.  Which was … what 1993? lol.

…yay for winning the finals!!!! instead of champagne, I’m good with soju! ganbae~


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Welcome home Nazzy.

always in my heartStopping the West Coast Express wasn’t an option, slowing it down barely was, and if regrettable circumstances hadn’t gotten in the way of its production and chemistry, 2002-03 would have just been the tip of the iceberg

Lots of people have scolded me over the past two years because I completely stopped watching Canucks hockey since my beloved team fell apart.  That team…the West Coast Express era…were the past, and our team now is great.

WCE is the past, Echo. You gotta let it go.  You can’t just give up on the game you love to watch.  You’re the only one who’s never fallen off the wagon.

Well, I’ve never been on a wagon…I’ve watched them since day one in Canada…I watched them as I learned English at the Pacific Coliseum. I watched with so my anticipation, excitement, and eventually in tears as their 93 Stanley Cup run ended in disappointment.  I watched through the Keanan reign of terror…with a broken heart as they traded our Linden.  I watched as slowly, they rebuilt it into the first class Canucks team that was led by Nazzy.

I watched the Sedins grow from silly bunnies to a formidible second line…to being our 2 for 1 captain.
I watched Matt Cooke score…two veryvery fantastic goals…2 seconds to go, how do you beat that? with a 1.2 second goal.  I watched as I choked on the apple I was eating, tripping over my blanket, and received txt after txt after call from my friends congratulating my boy.
I watched the West Coast Express soar.  Shorty said to hang on tight, because it’s going to be a heck of a ride.  It was one freakin ride. Bert, Nazzy, and the always under-appreciated Mo.  Jovo, Ohlie, Malik, Salo…Cookie…Cass…
I watched as year after year, Clouts ruined Nazzy.

I watched as Vancouver fell off the bandwagon one by one…as Bert defended our captain.  As we sent them both off…without a big hug and eternal thanks.

His greatest fault in Vancouver was only that he got older as a player. Ours is that we didn’t let him. Tonight makes everything better. – The Vancouver Sun.

When you recognize 20+ guys by their stride…by their eyes…it was no longer just a hockey team. Those were memories, that was pride.  It was family.

It’s difficult to say good bye to family.

Tonight wasn’t goodbye.  It was a reunion. It was to welcome our Naslund home, because we didn’t give him the proper send off the first time around. (Nor did we recognize the efforts of Morrison…but that’s another story)

Welcome home, Nazzy.  I’ll always miss you.

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Smile, though your heart is breaking

Tonight, I sat amongst a sea of parents, families, and friends and watched as my brother reached one of the most important milestones of his life. It was his highschool graduation ceremony tonight, and it brought back so many memories of my own, a long 8 years past. I remember running to Bill Copeland Arena at 3pm to set up and practice with the senior band; I remember putting on that really awkward maroon cap and gown and taking a picture on my front lawn; I remember finally making it down to the arena for a second time that day, this time as one of the graduates. I remember shaking as we waited in the ugly hallway to walk to our seats; I remember crying when Ben made his valedictorian speech because I was so freaking proud of everything we had accomplished.

I remember being pushed on stage by a teacher, who never failed to make me laugh or make me turn beet red; to be welcomed back down by a pair of open arms and a great bear hug from another jokester. I was so lucky that the two teachers I admired most during my 4 year stint at BNS were the two teachers to send me on my way, and welcome me back down. Mr Stanley, Mr Hilton – no words could ever describe how thankful I am to have had you two in my high school life.

8 years ago, Mr Hilton hugged me, and said to me “Congratulations Echo. I’m so proud of you.” I walked back to my seat in tears.

7 years ago, I ran into Mr Hilton again during a quick visit to BNS. It was summer, and everyone was packing up to do. It was sheer luck to have run into him, his green thermos and his most beloved truck. He hugged me, and told me “Take care of yourself Echo. Be the best that you can be, and I know you can make it anywhere.” I walked back to the car in tears.

6 years ago, I said my goodbye to Mr Hilton. He passed away, so suddenly that I wasn’t able to comprehend reality until I stood in the church and saw him there. So quiet, so peaceful. Those aren’t the words I would generally associate with Mr H. Not unless I hear the beautiful sound of his saxophone and sneak a peak into the band room as he played. I cried all the way home.

Tonight, I sat at Bill Copeland remembering an extraordinary man, the best kind of teacher one could ask for. I miss you more than you could know. I wonder if the girl who won the Lew Hilton Memorial award realised what an honour it is to have received the award dedicated to such an exceptional man.

Needless to say, I cried tonight.

How could I not? My baby brother walked across the stage tonight with the same gown, same honour cord, same service award as I had 8 years ago. I’m so flipping proud!!

Excellence can be attained if you care more than others think is wise,
Risk more than others think is safe,
Dream more than others think is practical, and
Expect more than others think is possible.
– Cadet Maxim

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