I love poutine. As a lifelong resident of North America South, I was not exposed to it until D brought me home to Edmonton to meet his family. Since then, I have been trying to make up for lost time, as far as poutine is concerned. Here in Austin, one grocery store actually carries squeaky cheese curds, though somewhat unreliably. Our original plan for celebrating Canada Day 2009, was to make poutine, because "it's Monday" also works around here as an excuse for such. Alas, no curds at the store, so we have settled for a 750ml Unibroue Trois Pistols, a Terry's Chocolate Orange, homemade maple shortbread cookies, and worrying about the free agent market.
I am unabashedly disappointed that the Sedins will not be coming to Edmonton. I know it wasn't much of a risk, but still, it would have been lovely to have them in Copper and Blue and I was mentally drawing up lines around the Sedins +1 and Horc and Hemmer +1 and sighing ecstatically.
Ah well. This Heatley business is bewildering and seems to have no happy resolution. Perversely, if it does go through, I will miss Laddi the most. He's a feisty player, and has an air of the undersized underdog trying to prove his credentials and courage, so much so that I mentally clock him at several inches shorter than his rightful 6'3".
To all I wish a day filled with good libations, celebrations, and constant applications of F5 to the TSN homepage.
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