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Olympic Fever - the Deadly Kind

D is constantly stopping me mid-complaint (I can be a slightly demanding person) and telling me to 'write a letter'. It's actually quite a comical conversation..

'I can't believe that the post office might go on strike AGAIN'

'Write a letter, Dear Mr. Post Office Manager...'

Today I thought I would do just that

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Dear Ms. Hockey Players (a group letter)

YAY! You did it! Woo Hoo Canada Rules! And don't listen to the critics who say you shouldn't have been scoring so many goals...as a former goalie myself, I have never once been treated with some mercy by the other team simply because they were a better than us.

These are probably the same people that made the excuses for the men's team to have patience that 'they just needed time' when really 'THEY JUST KEPT SUCKING!'

Dear Mr. NHL Head Honcho

As a Canadian I would appreciate you recognising the importance of the event that happens once every four years and giving the players more than 3 days, with jet lag, to prepare for this event.

You make a gazillon dollars anyway - well, more than most of the humble Canadians - and considering a great majority of us not only live for the sport, we mostly live to watch our boys play it.

Dear Mr. Hockey Players (a group letter)

Get your heads out of your asses. You decide to stop playing the sport for a whole year and then when it's time to show up for your country, you play like individuals that collectively as a team could be beat by the Belfast Giants.

Next time you'll be on the ice together, you WILL BE IN CANADA. If you think you had 'pressure' in Torino, your heads will all simultaneously explode when you skate out onto home soil.

I cringe to say 'Vancouver here we come' but can only hope that this will be a bit of a kick in the ass to make sure there's no sitting on your laurels.

Stop whining, get your game faces on and go out there and prove to us why you deserve so much money on the ice.

Dear Mr. Quinn

I know that you are very conscious of getting angry because we wouldn't want anything to happen to your heart but please say you gave those players the stare of death as they slumped back into the change room after last night's defeat to Russia.

It wasn't even so much that last night was so bad, it was more that the anger from the five games before has got to come from somewhere.

I would also hope it's the last time we hear the old 'We need some time to gel as a team' line. You had the same time as everyone else on that ice. Why is it that the Finns were skating circles around you?

Dear Mr. Gretzky

It's time to put your skates back on boy-o.

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