I realized last weekend that I am probably more like my mother than any man should ever want to be.
Over the long weekend I planned a friend's bachelor party Saturday and followed that by heading back to Neepawa for a birthday party for a young cousin.
Saturday we did the usual bachelor stuff, some limo riding, establishment hopping and a little laser tag for the heck of it (if you ever play against someone who uses the nickname "Billy Mayes" be very afraid, he's quite good), but in the afternoon I decided to create a Mario Party (I may be a nerd) drinking (water of course) olympics life-sized board game.
You rolled the dice, collected your coins, stole coins from opponents and tried to go around START as often as possible, just as with the popular Nintendo Mario Party video game (except with real people)(sorry if you thought Mario was real; I'll really crush your dreams now and tell you Wrestling is fake too).
In between the dice rolling the four teams battled out head-to-head in 'mini-games' like 'water'sby, 'water' pong, boat racing, flip cup, fish catching and 'War' cards, just to make sure everyone was kept well-'hydrated' prior to the limo riding and ensuing destinations.
Anyways, then I headed home Sunday and was surprised by a Pokemon-themed games birthday my mother had set up for the cousin (some of you may already know this from the photos receiving mass-popularity on Facebook - an by 'mass popularity' I mean my grandma, aunt and a couple of other people commented on them).
Although I must admit my mother's games of choice were slightly more 'interesting' than mine; such as sitting on balloons to pop them until you find the right prize inside one of them, inhaling water from a bowl to transport it by the mouthful on foot to fill a nearby cup, wrap a friend up in toilet paper, or, my personal favourite, be the first person to stick a quarter in between the bum cheeks (while wearing pants) waddle over to a bucket, squat and drop the quarter into the bucket, then repeat three times (I know you're all thinking I would have, but no, I did not win that contest).
While my mother's games were of a different 'nature' then mine, and all focused around the Pokemon theme, the basic idea was the same and I realized that perhaps I think too much like my mother.
Only the life-long competitiveness we hold against the USA would be enough to propel the sport of soccer into the forefront of coffee room chat in Canada (us soccer fans will take what we get though).
While we lost the game (I know many of you are looking to me as the soccer analyst on this one and, no, in over a dozen years of both playing and watching soccer I have not ever once seen the 'six second' rule for goaltenders enforced; you don't want to say the 'fix' was on, but the 'fishy' was most certainly afoot from the referee) I was still pretty happy Canadians continued to pay attention until we finished out to win the bronze medal (now I just have to wait another four years to be able to talk soccer with someone in Neepawa again).
Was I the only one happy to see Spain give Team USA a run for their money in the basketball finals at the Olympics. I'm all for the pros over 23 years old not being allowed to participate in the Olympics next time around, as watching Team USA beat teams by 20-40 points throughout the tournament brings me no excitement (on the contrary, watching women's field hockey and handball brought me much excitement).
After defending his title as 'the world's fastest man', Usain Bolt went on to win the 100m relay and tried to keep the baton as a souvenir. Track officials caught him though (you aren't allowed to keep the baton) and took back it back (although I'm guessing all Usain had to do was run away with it and they weren't going to catch him).
Afterwards officials changed their minds and let the Jamaican runner keep the souvenir.
I didn't watch the closing ceremonies but I hear they were quirky and entertaining (and no, the announcer wasn't wrong, Prince 'Harry' is actually named Prince Henry).
Did anyone else know that golf is apparently making its Olympic debut in Brazil in 2016.
Here's an interesting tidbit.
If swimmer Michael Phelps was his own country, he would actually rank 58th for the all-time total medal count rank (and if you go by all-time gold medal hauls, he would rank even higher).
Speaking of Phelps, he apparently eats about 12,000 calories of food in a day.
Here's a look at his (reported) regular breakfast: three fried egg sandwiches with cheese, tomatoes, fried onions and mayo, with a side of five egg omelets, a bowl of grits, three slices of French toast and three pancakes with chocolate chips (makes you feel ill just thinking about eating that much food).
The total calorie count for his breakfast is 4,000, about twice as much as most people should eat in an entire day (but if you win 22 Olympic medals and 71 international medals I'm sure you could eat whatever you want whenever you want, too)(oh, and after all that, the guy still only weighs 194 lbs.).
Some of you already guessed it - the reference to the swan last week was in fact a quote from a Billy Madison movie.
See if you can figure out where this one comes from: "Hey you gu-uys!".
Hint: the movie title rhymes with having multiple Canadian dollar coins (now I just feel like the Riddler).
What's this word unscrambled: nopioamotaoe.
Without looking, what's on the five dollar bill (I would ask what's on each side of the loonie but I feel like that one'd be slightly too simple).
Anyways, until next week, keep a smile on your face and I'll do the same.