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It’s probably been a few years since I went out somewhere alone with my dad. It’s not that I haven’t seen him, it’s that we’re normally in a bigger family group. So going on with my dad one-on-one is more rare.

This year, my dad bought season’s tickets to the local hockey team for our smallish town. He’s been taking my son to a lot of games–and he just loves that time with his grandfather watching the game and eating too much junk. Sometimes Dad takes my mom with him and they make a date night of it. But this time, I asked if I could get a turn at going to the game.

And I think we had the most Canadian evening possible.

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I thought I’d give you a handy list of Canadian experiences:

  1. Hockey.
  2. The sheer number of people holding Tim Horton’s coffee cups.
  3. The polite Canadian tendency to clean up–someone threw a bag down toward the garbage and didn’t make it. There was a sigh. Someone got up, cast some side eye in the direction of the miscreant, picked it up, and put it in the trash. At the end of the game, there was no garbage on the ground.
  4. Beer. There was a lot of that, too. I don’t drink, but I noticed it.
  5. Trash talk--it started slowly, but the more beer/Timmie’s people consumed, the more they trash talked the other team. It was hilarious to listen to!
  6. The orderly queue of cars leaving the absolutely packed parking lot. There were over 1000 people at the game, and that’s saying something for a town of 35,000.

Canada–we do hockey, coffee, winter, beer and gentle trash talk. Then we grudgingly admit the other team had a really good goalie and make our way out. When we’re well behaved. There have been times when we Canadians have embarrassed ourselves, but my experience is more common, I can assure you.

It was fun! I’d do it again! 🙂

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