Once upon a time, a small little town called Whistler, placed a bid to be the host town of a big sporting event full of ubiquitous sports that very few people actually care about. Much to many a local's dismay, little Whistler won the bid, beating out super powers, and communist countries alike. Flash forward ten years, ten thousand complaints, tens of millions of dollars, and the Olympics have come and gone from our magical town, turning many a naysayer into the ultimate Olympic groupie.
I have to admit, I didn't attend a single official event, go to an official house, or sleep with any amazing athletes. However, I did stroll the village everyday, basked in the sunshine, caught multiple free concerts, collected endless shwag (thanks MOD), and talked to many a person who was having the time of their life. Whether you rooted for them from the beginning, or were an 11th hour convert like myself, I think we can all agree that the Olympics were bigger and better than we could have imagined. The positive energy in this town was truly inspiring. It's as if by sharing our town with the world, we finally remembered what Whistler used to be - what Whistler should be.
So screw you bad weather, bad snowfall, bad gondola towers, bad press. We invited the world, found our national pride, put on the best show possible, won the most gold medals and in the process remembered why we live here and why we're proud to be Canadian.
Check out the video that inspired this sappy, could be an advert for Whistler, rant, as well as some of my personal Olympic Spirit highlights below!
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