Pan Am Fun and Pan Am Games: Day 5

(July 11th)  I finally made it to an event with Canadian athletes, and all I ever saw was their feet. Some call it synchro, some call Rex Ryan and tell him to turn on his TV, but I call it underrated. Sure, there’s lots of make-up and more one-piece sequin suits than Richard Simmons’ closet, but the skill was incredible - especially from the Canadians today who won gold just twenty feet away from me, which is approximately what I watched; twenty feet, away from me.


Ok, I guess there were some hands too, but that's how most things start isn't it...?

For the record, I don’t watermark these images as a business thing, I do it because I’ve seen them turning up in odd places, much like myself in undergrad - oh how I miss Sunday mornings. (Technically I would go to church, but only because I was stumbling down the street squinty-eyed and willing to do anything for bread and water, even if it was holy and I had to sell my soul for it...the perk of being raised Anglican was that I also got some hair-of-the-dog to wash it down - and confession? hah! sorry Catholics, but that stays between me, the hookers and the blow.)

Oops.. and Wordpress.

Anyway, the downside of the aquatics centre was that it was about an hour away on transit. The upside was getting an hour of story time with the guy next to me drinking Popper’s Hard Ice and reminiscing about his time in Ottawa playing the organ and dodging debt collectors. We then weighed the pros and cons of buying a new or used distortion box for his organ. It was a potential savings of $15 four Hard Ice tall boys, so serious debate was vital. We came to a mutual agreement on his best option for balanced auditory, financial, and alcoholic outcomes. He said he’s stick to it, so I’m taking him on his word.

Looking back, I’m not entirely sure that man was a musician.

I’ve had several people ask me for advice before on whether or not a certain box was worth pursuing for their organ.

Luckily my advice worked for both situations; I based it the frequency of their solos.

Cue the outro. See you tomorrow.