by aengelson | March 2nd, 2010
Woke up at 4:30 a.m. the other day to watch the U.S.-Canada hockey game for the gold medal. Wasn’t disappointed at all, even though I was rooting for the U.S.
It’s rare when America’s the underdog in anything (even if not by much) so I took the opportunity to root for the USA. I’m no hockey fan, but that was a hell of a game–the stats during the break showed it was about as evenly matched as you could get. The goalies made some amazing stops–it really felt like everyone was giving their all to the game. And when the Americans tied it up with 24 seconds left–well, you knew then this was one for the ages.
Even though I was rooting for the U.S., it was great to see Canada get that gold, which I think they wanted more than world peace, economic recovery and an end to climate change. Couldn’t help getting goosebumps knowing the NHL’s top scorer and Canada’s most famous young star made that winning goal. Funny how the mood of a nation can hinge on one vulcanized rubber disc slipping through the gap between someone’s legs. Party on, Canada.
The hockey game was about all I saw of the 2010 Winter Olympics other than some women’s curling (which I love…I mean, what other sport is there where a 41-year-old in mediocre shape can still dream of being an Olympian?). We did have Olympic coverage here in Vietnam, but the timing was a little off and we were on vacation in Hoi An for most of the games.
Which brings me to the topic of feeling connection to home. Even though we’re thousands of miles away, we’re still fairly connected to the zeitgeist back home. Thanks to online news and streaming excerpts of the Daily Show, I’m able to see how messed up politics still is in the U.S. We keep up with family and friends through Facebook, email and Skype. I sometimes stream the archived John in the Morning Show from KEXP during breakfast to make if feel a little like Seattle. We get current movies on DVD at the pirated shop on Xuan Dieu (I know, I know, but what choice do I have???). Plus we occasionally see arthouse flicks and foreign movies at the Hanoi Cinemateque.
And Joanie and I bought the entire five seasons of The Wire on DVD, and recently finished season one. Man, that show is good. If you haven’t seen it, I heartily recommend it. It’s our little taste of the hood right here in Hanoi. Here’s a little sampling (rated R for language and violence, spoiler alert…)