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Vancouvers next. North American slick with a saccharine soundtrack that sounds a lot like Bryan Adams after a lobotomy. Inoffensive, inclusive, polite, Canadian. Who wouldnt love us? We have Mounties, we have cultural diversity, we dont invade people very often, and weve included our natives.
The head of the Salzburg bid contingent chokes and grasps his heart when the results of the first vote are announced. His death comes too late for sympathy votes. The hills are alive with the sound of wailing. Mozarts Requiem plays morosely through the lobby speakers. Nice touch.
Its down to the wire. Will the IOC dumbfound the world and award the games to Korea?
The alarm goes off. What the...? This aint Prague. Life goes on at Smilin Dog B&B as the smilin dog nuzzles my face with his wet nose. Get up; Ive got to pee and youve got to feed me.
Wow, what a dream. Wandering a virtual Prague for Virtual Press International again. Filing stories in cyberspace. Every since my diet shifted toward organic produce sprung from Cariboo clay these dreams have really been something.
Hey, wait a minute... this aint no dream. Jacques Rogges announcing Vancouver thats Vancouver-Whistler jerkov squeaked past Pyeongchang. 2010s become a reality-in-waiting. The world is unfolding as it should. Why are my eyes wet?
So its gonna happen. Its just begun. No time left to ponder, equivocate, be ambivalent. Lets do it... but lets be vigilant and not let this thing overrun us and leave Whistler something more than any of us really want it to become.