POWS – Post Olympic Withdrawal Syndrome
Thursday, March 4th, 2010
I can’t believe this is the last post I’ll write about the Olympics in Vancouver. The Paralympics are coming up, but they don’t quite have the same buzz to them.
Going back to the weekend, if I thought that the crowds were madness on Friday night, then Sunday afternoon and evening were absolute insanity!
I think a large amount of Canadians (and token Canadians like myself) had been building towards this last day and the Hockey Gold Medal Final, which thankfully Team Canada made it into, facing Team USA. If we hadn’t made it, who knows what the city would have felt like…
It’s an apt description that you can judge the mood of this city by how its hockey team is doing, and no time more so than during the Olympics. When we lost to the USA the first time, everyone was in a dark and somber mood. After winning the Gold Medal, the whole city was basically ecstatic! Every car was honking its horn randomly, people were high fiving strangers anywhere you go, individuals were out in the middle of nowhere, just waving giant Canadian flags in joy.
The celebration continued into the night too. The opening ceremony came and went, and people were still celebrating the hockey win, that the Olympics had gone well, and just life in general. As I’ve mentioned before, we’re close to party central downtown, and the noise right through the night was intense.
The streets were flooded with people. We went for a wander just to take it in, and there were so many more people than Friday night! Everyone put on their special gear and got out and about – I even high fived a dude in a big gorilla suit! Honourable mention also goes to the guy with the Inukshuk Vancouver Olympic symbol on his head, made out of spray painted cardboard boxes.
Then came Monday. The city was quiet. Most people had slept in. People looked at me strangely when I went to get my coffee from JJ Bean in the morning because I had chosen to wear my Team Canada jersey one last time to celebrate the win… at least, I think it was the jersey.
It seemed like everyone had a hangover – so many people had been pushing it as much as they could during the Olympics, being out late at night, getting up early in the morning for events and to do the odd bit of work, and now that the games were over, life caught up with them again.
Now there are no more street parties. They’re taking down all the tent venues that sprang up. Strangers no longer high five in the street for no reason. The city has gone back to how it was before the Olympics almost over night.
Well… not quite… there’s still some fun in the air, and I think this city has learned that it can put on a fantastic international event and bask in the spotlights glow. That Olympic fun is still there, you just have to know how to find it and pry it out of the people of Vancouver. It’ll reappear, I guarantee it. After the hangover disappears, and the Stanley Cup Playoffs start looming
(Pics courtesy of Aidan Ward)




































