First off, wanted to give a shout out to the 11 people who jumped on board to push The Thirsty Beagle to the vaunted 100 Twitter follower mark! These are great times my friends. But they are more than just great times because of Twitter excellency. If you’re a long-time follower of this blog, you may have noticed more than one reference to the True North Strong and Free, and you would know that The Thirsty Beagle is a Canadian and damn proud of it. So obviously, I’m pretty freaking pumped about the Olympic games starting in Vancouver right now. It’s been a pretty good opening ceremony so far. We’re building toward the lighting of the Olympic torch, and I’m getting ready to settle in for about 1,000 hours of straight winter games TV watching. I mean, if I only get to watch curling, ski jumping and biathlon once every four years, you better believe I’m going to soak it all in. But above all else, I’ll be watching the Olympic hockey tournament. It’s hard to adequately put into the words the importance this hockey competition has for the country of Canada. In 2002, when the Canadian team beat the U.S. team in the gold medal game of the Salt Lake City Olympics, my brother, myself and a friend from Canada turned our apartment living room in Stillwater into a scene from a dressing room after a championship game. We literally set off a wild celebration that included spraying beer all over the apartment. Minus the plastic sheets they hang over lockers after real sports championship celebrations. But you know what? We didn’t care. That’s hockey in Canada. Love, sex, religion, family: It’s all put on hold when it comes to Team Canada. The fact that these Olympic games are in Canada and the fact that there’s talk the NHL may stop suspending its season in the future to allow the best players to play in the Olympics add up to one pressure-packed situation for Canada. They HAVE TO win the gold. Needless to say, I feel a slight knot in my stomach just thinking about it right now. So, if you see a crazy-looking man running through the streets of Edmond with a Canadian flag at some point, that’ll probably be me. And that’ll probably mean Canada won gold in hockey. If you see none of that after the gold medal hockey game, I will likely have entered a long period of mourning and depression. Wish me luck. And go Canada!