In the great northern alpine expanse we know fondly as Canadia (or in some circles, “Canada,”) the Winter Olympics came to a close last night. Our resident Maple Leaf, Mundy, has been in hibernation for well over year — drinking maple syrup, politely wrestling bears, riding moose and imbibing countless Labatt Blues. Therefore, I take the burden upon myself, as a Michigander — the closest thing to Canadian that America has to offer — to sum up the games if you were without a TV or newspaper or internet for the past couple weeks.
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