It was brought to my attention that all of our new READER may not have ever participated in our favorite game here at Andy's Place. So, delving into the archives, I fished out our absolutely favorite game.
It is called, "Spot The Canadian." The game was initiated by my great friend, Cowdad. Now, Cowdad is old (really old...he's 80-something, or maybe older...not sure...but real old). He lives in South Florida, and he and his other old buddies in the Sunshine State have a great time with this game.
It works like this: Florida is deluged when the weather turns cold up north, with "snow-birds" from Canada. And who could blame 'em? Certainly not me. I've been to Canada in the winter...ONCE. So, Cowdad and his buddies carry around their digital cameras, and when they think they have spotted a Canadian, they snap a shot.
Then when they get together at Denny's for the Senior Grand Slam, they pass around the photos and see if the other old guys can "Spot The Canadian." Some of them are relatively easy, and some are more challenging. Cowdad sent me an especially challenging photo taken by one of his buddies.
The rules are simple.
1) Don't scroll down until you have followed all other rules.
2) Take a deep breath, and clear your thoughts.
3) Close your eyes, and envision all the Canadians you have known in your life.
4) Scroll down...and be sure to concentrate with all your cognitive powers.
Now...see if you can "Spot The Canadian."
Thanks for playing! Well...I gotta go supervise The Mrs. while she cuts grass...
Nice excuse for a shot of some delicious looking bitable buns there, Andy. Woof!
ReplyDeleteI've been to Montreal in May - 30F below. Brrr.
Nearly every Canuck I've known in the USA has been "peculiar" - in a nice way of course.
Sigh. Am I that easy to figure out? Actually, the game did originate as I outlined...coming from my old buddy Cowdad in South Florida. And it's fun to play every year or so.
ReplyDeleteAnd Patrick, I'm with ya! Every Canuck I've known here in the US has been just as nice as can be...wonderful folks...salt of the earth, etc.
The only Canadians I didn't care for were the ones I came across in Quebec City. They would look at you like you were from a different galaxy when you asked them a question in ENGLISH.
They would jabber at you in French, and act completely ignorant as to your inquiry. Fortunately, I knew enough French to tell them that "I KNOW YOU CAN SPEAK ENGLISH...so drop the act."
I wasn't real popular in Quebec City...