Oh man, I have no idea why the posting has slowed down lately. My last post was a week ago, and now I hear that people are starting to chant, "More!". Mom tells me that certain people out east (and I don't think it's Grandma and Grandpa) are demanding more....cough..Brenda! So, I'll humour you.
I'd like to tell you a story about myself. When I was younger, I enjoyed doing something different, just for the sake of being different. When Dad always got Coke Slurpees, I would do a melange with all the different flavours. I would get Mom and Dad to buy Pepsi, because they enjoyed Coke, and I told them Pepsi was better. Although now I have matured and I find the refreshing taste of an Ice Cold Coca-Cola to be unbeatable...you're probably thinking that right now. And I wouldn't blame you.
And I also used to cheer for the Edmonton Eskimos, the Football team in Edmonton. I admit it. I did it to be different, but I remember one day when i realised something. I didn't enjoy cheering for the Eskimos anymore. The hassle wasn't worth it. I knew deep down that I liked the Calgary Stampeders. So, I remember quite distinctly one day when I screwed up enough courage to come up to Dad and tell him that I didn't want to cheer for the Eskimos anymore, but that I wanted to change to the Stampeders. And I copped the flack. From my whole family. I probably deserved it, for cheering for the rival team, but I knew, deep down, I had made the right decision.
I learned something that day. I learned that it is important to stand up for what you believe is right. For what you know in your heart to be true and good. I learned that it might be hard and you'll have to work up the courage and probably will have to bite the bullet and face the music. But in the end, it's all worth it just to know you've made the right decision.
That being said....
Edmonton Oilers....Stanley Cup Champions 2006!!!!!!
So this is my invitation to my whole family who know deep down that something isn't right. First to my Easterner Family. Gary, Brenda, Sherry...Growing up in Toronto, it must seem like the right decision at the time to cheer for the Leafs. I mean, Toronto is of course, the centre of universe. But you know deep down that something isn't right. As you teach your children about the Leafs, you know deep down that you're misleading them. So, do what's right. Come back to the Oilers.
Uncle Cam, a Habs Fan. I don't know what led you down this path, but this is for you too. Join me on what you know is the right path...the only path that will lead you to the Stanley Cup.
To Justin, the ever resiliant Canucks Fan. I know the pressures you face with your family. Your dad being a Flames fan, giving in to the dark side, your brother on the good side of the Force. But you know what's right. You know the mighty history that lies behind that Drop of Oil. Why don't you just join us. There comes a time in every man's life when he can choose to stand up for whats right. Now is that time, Justin, now is that time.
And to the deceived, Mom, Dad, Nate, Poppa, Grandma, Terry...My most gracious invitation is to you. For years, you've been lied to. For years, you've been led astray. But unlike my experience, I will welcome you without rebuke. Like the prodigal son returning home after his folly, I will welcome you with open arms. Sure, you may be hesitant, with the current standings and the position the Oilers are in, but it reminds me of the great eagle. The eagle does not fear the storm, but knows that if he faces the oncoming winds with the right angle, he can lifted to previously unknowable heights. So, we will face these challenges with the right angle and soar to Lord Stanley's Cup. A simple look at the city signs will shed light on this. When you enter Calgary, it says "Home of the 1988 Winter Olympics" That's 18 years ago. That's living in the past, but as you enter Edmonton, you are greeted with, "Welcome to Edmonton, City of Champions".
So, to everyone. I implore you to do what you know is right, what is good, noble and just. Join the Oilers to become a Champion!
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Oh my, if only you could use your power for good and be a positive agent for change. So many brains ... so little wisdom! I know in my heart that there's still time! (If only I had bought that item I told you I saw recently at The Bay!) Love you anyway, inspite of your many flaws. Mom :-) It's a good thing Meg knows the truth!!
Unbelievable. I don't even know what to say. I agree with your Mom!!
Heretic!
p.s. GO FLAMES!!!
Well indeed, here I thought you really were growing up. But alas we all do have our "growth areas". Even though my sons have strayed from the truth, I have picture evidence that there is a seed of the truth in them, yes, there is a Flame that burns deep within, only needing to be rekindled, or stoked by yet another victory over the oil. Oh, wait that was just this last week...and yet they persist in their rebellion, masked in band wagon banter of Canuck ville talk, and as for the city of champions - gone by for sure, wishful thinking certainly...no, we know you will come around, and yet what will it take, another humiliation of an early exit to the golf courses (if they are open there yet). On another note, remind me to tell you about my "skiing accident" sometime, quite a journey, we keep praying for you two - even if it is envious prayer of tough assignments like Vanuatu!
Terry
I've tried to leave a comment in the past but have had difficulties. (This tool must have been created by someone living in Alberta) Win or loose, the Buds are the team, the only team.
From the sound of this posting, you have forgotten your mother's teachings on the benefits of wearing a hat in strong sunshine.
Greetings from Hockey Central (Capital City of the "Leaf Nation"!)
Hey Wandering Nephew whose greatest score was to land a Beautiful Bride...
...What kind of aussie ale is in your slurpee? Never mind Coke vs. Pepsi. Did we read all those stories to you in vain? Did we nurture your young brain only to have it malfunction in the hot sun? You must've eaten something a bit off while Meg was in Vanuatu, and now you're hallucinating.
...City of Champions? I say City of the No-longer-biggest-Mall-rapidly-losing-its-lustre.
...when visitors say they're going to Edmonchuk, we merely ask, "why? You'll just have to turn around and drive back...nothing to see there, you can read all the way there, and that's while you're driving! With gas at 99.9/li, think about it!
Jeremy, don't make me come down there...do we need to have a family intervention?
I say "Alas, our teaching about Home Town loyalty has gone amiss".Too bad there's not a hockey team in Bendigo!! Wouldn't it be dull if we were all the same??? Chick
Wow - it seems I've started something with my little complaint that this blog had been turning into a thing of the past!
My apologies nephew #1 - because I think you'll be getting some grief on this one for years to come!
I had no idea that you had such pent up frustration... and agree with my big sis that if only you could use your powers in a constructive way... oh the good you could do.
And I know this of course - because I live in the "centre of the universe" - hail the almighty Toronto!
:) 'Auntie' Brenda
My Son, my son, my son,
You not only have been seduced by the dark side, you are putting on the dastardly black helmet for goodness sake. Your mind has been poisoned by the Emporer, and while I once held out hope that you would come to your senses, it will be nothing short of a battle "to the pain" to bring your infected mind and spirit back to some sense of normalcy. Go to your bride, touch her blessed jersey, hug her close to you and pray you will be delivered from these demons of deception. The "Oilers" will draw you in only to let your fragile spirit down once again. My wiser son knows of what I speak, listen to his wisdom, it has been eighteen drought filled years, where they only taunt their fans. It is only empty promises they offer... come to the light. Do not hear the voices that wisper in your ear with such temptations as false "Turkish Delight". It will only draw you into a dark fantasy. Oh, I weep for my son.... my son, my son, my son.
Your pained father.
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