Last night our beloved Toronto Maple Leafs faced off against the injury plagued Penguins. 6 points away from the playoffs, they can't afford to lose, but we were fairly certain this game would end in a shootout...which we never do well in. Turns out we were right...again. Why can't we be right about the lottery numbers?
But I digress....
The game really started out on a sour note. A really, really sour note. Check it out...
Don't shoot the messenger.
The anthems that would normally inspire pride had me wanted to jam pencils in my ears.
We opted to change the channel until it was over.
At least there were no words to screw up. We'll leave that up to the professionals...you know, Michael Bolton, Christina Aguilera.... To me, screwing up the words is bad enough, but at least it's not 2 minutes of physical pain endured by the masses like the following...
Remember this inspiring rendition?
Just another reason why you can't buy your beer in the bottle at games.
Shall we have a listen to the track and field legend, Carl Lewis?
And they disqualified Ben Johnson for drugs.
Not that I'm still bitter.
Have a listen to this...I've never heard of this "pop star"...but what do I know?
I love the guys in the background... If you YouTube the entire performance, you'll have the pleasure of listening to her cough up a few hairballs too. I'm sorry but I just couldn't post that part. Even I have limits.
Now I did my best to find the shortest version of this...I do, after all, want you to come back and read again...
That's the spirit...if you forget the words, just make up new ones!! Wicked awesome. And again, the reaction of those witnessing the horror is priceless. Is this really happening??
That's how I felt last night. Gives a whole new meaning to 'adding insult to injury'. Leaves you wondering how much worse the other acts that audition to sing the anthem at these games are, if they end up booking these .. um... musical inspirations.
Yup, the harmonica and guitar fiasco was pretty brutal last night. But take comfort kids....there will no doubt be a new catastrophic rendition of our great nation's anthem that will make this version seem almost pleasant.
Almost.
But I digress....
The game really started out on a sour note. A really, really sour note. Check it out...
Don't shoot the messenger.
The anthems that would normally inspire pride had me wanted to jam pencils in my ears.
We opted to change the channel until it was over.
At least there were no words to screw up. We'll leave that up to the professionals...you know, Michael Bolton, Christina Aguilera.... To me, screwing up the words is bad enough, but at least it's not 2 minutes of physical pain endured by the masses like the following...
Remember this inspiring rendition?
Just another reason why you can't buy your beer in the bottle at games.
Shall we have a listen to the track and field legend, Carl Lewis?
And they disqualified Ben Johnson for drugs.
Not that I'm still bitter.
Have a listen to this...I've never heard of this "pop star"...but what do I know?
I love the guys in the background... If you YouTube the entire performance, you'll have the pleasure of listening to her cough up a few hairballs too. I'm sorry but I just couldn't post that part. Even I have limits.
Now I did my best to find the shortest version of this...I do, after all, want you to come back and read again...
That's the spirit...if you forget the words, just make up new ones!! Wicked awesome. And again, the reaction of those witnessing the horror is priceless. Is this really happening??
That's how I felt last night. Gives a whole new meaning to 'adding insult to injury'. Leaves you wondering how much worse the other acts that audition to sing the anthem at these games are, if they end up booking these .. um... musical inspirations.
Yup, the harmonica and guitar fiasco was pretty brutal last night. But take comfort kids....there will no doubt be a new catastrophic rendition of our great nation's anthem that will make this version seem almost pleasant.
Almost.
