While sitting in the GM Place (sorry, Canada Hockey Place) after the conclusion of an exciting Bronze Medal Hockey game, I reflected on the journey that my beard and Canada have been on these Games. Sunday is the day it's all going to happen. And while my beard didn't quite achieve the status I had hoped, I stuck with it through ridicule from Zed, complete disinterest from the opposite sex and a slow start from both Team Canada overall, and particularly, the men's hockey team. Now almost every one of our national dreams are on the verge of coming true and we're on the verge of making history at the Games. Needless to say, the beard and I are ready.

Our final day in Whistler got off to a somewhat slow start. Still on a high from what we witnessed at the Sliding Centre the day before accompanied with a dominant win over the Russians in men's hockey, Lane and I took full advantage of our final night in the village. We celebrated a great day in Canadian sport into the wee hours of the morning with fellow Canucks... and oh yes... had another good night's sleep on the sectional at Nordic Place. After checking out of Kristen and Johnny's appartment, we had a few hours to kill before boarding our bus back to Vancouver... we decided to pass the time doing something that (believe it or not), we had yet to do, wander the village of Whistler.

Our first night in Whistler was also the first night since the journey began that we actually got a good night's sleep. After scratching our heads and wondering what happened the night before around 11am, we got excited we'd gotten so much shut eye. Our new Whistler sectional sofa completely did the trick to get us rested up to go see Canada go for bobsleigh gold and - if you can believe it - skip the Russia/Canada hockey game to do it...

If our first 2 full days in Vancouver belonged to the Dutch and the Russians, today was ALL about Canada!