The Olympic main event ended with an overtime goal by Sidney Crosby. What a game! It easily could have gone to the Americans who put up a fantastic effort and provided us with the biggest obstacle on the way to Olympic Gold in Men's Hockey.
We decided to watch the game in the comforts of our own home, which was a great plan. I was literally on the edge of the sofa in front of the TV for the third period and could barely stay seated for overtime. The game was so tense! Twice we missed a goal and instead hit the goal posts. In a bid to stay alive, the US team tied the game with less than 30 seconds on the clock. Sophie, our cat who was sleeping on the back of the sofa behind me, decided she could take no more of me jumping up and screaming every time Canada came close to getting a goal - she relocated a safe distance away, to the other end of the room.
The game ended and I convinced Holly that we were going for a walk down Robson street. This is where the real celebration was! Luckily for us, Louise was pretty sleepy so we were able to leave her at home for this trip. Risk of accidental trampling was just too high.
The crowd was massive, hyper and elated. Everybody was happy and the cheering just didn't stop. Complete strangers were giving high fives to each other. Red and White were the colours to wear. A little while later the flame in the cauldron was extinguished but the party continued on. I cannot overstate how big this celebration became.
It hasn't sunk in yet that the party is over. Everyone had such a good time.