Last week brought yet another situation which illustrates that my wife will never, ever be able to fully understand me.
I’m speaking, of course, about my behavior during the Olympic gold medal hockey game between the United States and Canada, which took place on Feb. 28. And before we delve into what happened, some background is in order.
Let me start by saying that I have absolutely nothing against Canada. Nothing. I love Canada. I’ve been there many times, and I love it. The people are nice, their money has cute pictures of birds on it, and their accents are adorable.
Sure, there are some things about Canada I have a problem with. There are certain words they don’t know how to spell correctly – words like “...

















