yesterday farooq and i had a lot of fun. coming home from the history of christianity class (the only place, i think, where the professor mixes hebrew scripture and hypertextual mirroring with derrida and impersonations of jacques cousteau), police were just closing off whyte ave. (for those not in the know, edmonton is hit by
hockey fever, and "it was recently duck season", and edmontonians
go crazy when the oilers win.) the bands of dozens and dozens of people were beginning to pour onto the streets to celebrate, honking horns, grinning crowds, oilers paraphranelia, jerseys and hockey sticks, girls screaming and waving flags - through all of this drive rooq and myself, and decided to join in. i hit the horn, and groups of people turned in our direction to cheer. this made us laugh, so we did it again, and they cheered louder, which made us laugh louder. rooq shook a victory fist in the air, and they did too, and somebody on the next sidewalk cupped his hands to his mouth to shout hurrah!
...we continued honking until the freeway - people kept cheering until the freeway - we kept laughing at them till the freeway, and after.
even in sherwood park, i stopped to get milk and ice cream, a corner with cheering girls waving oilers flags.
as ph.r.d explained, at this time one must forget about good and evil, ignore political and religious agendas, and simply unite, obey the urgent tugging at patriotic heartstrings, and demand the Cup.
- i wonder what'd happen if we came down here with a large ducks flag.
- they'd probably lynch us.
- they probably would. and the police wouldn't do anything to stop them.
