Great White North

This is what I've been doing the past five days.



I have bruises in so many places that there aren't enough ice bags to go around. But I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I learned a lot in my time in Toronto. Some of it serious and some of it silly, but all of it now a part of me.

Poutine really is as good as advertised.

Playing five games of hockey in 40 hours -- while fun -- is hell on the body.

The Hockey Hall of Fame has tons of displays, but keeps all the trophies in a room big enough to host a small wedding.

My wife has a more accurate slapshot than I do, but I can stop more shots than she can.

End boards at hockey rinks do not move and should not be run into head first -- even if I am being hooked from behind.

I cannot hear fans cheering in the stands.

Canadian beer is stronger than beer found in the states. While that wasn't new, I forgot that.

Blood, sweat, and tears isn't just a statement -- it was reality for our team.

There is always time for victory -- whether it is 4.6 seconds left in regulation, down by 2 goals, or needing a shootout win.

It took 10 Bulldogs to bring home a championship from Toronto, but it took 18 Bulldogs to get us there.

I can be too tired to laugh.

And I really do hate those guys.

I still can't believe we won. But I'm sitting next to the trophy so it must be true.