If this is wrong, I don't wanna be right

So yesterday I made the trip to Nanaimo for the BCFC final. Vancouver Island Raiders versus the Okanagan Sun. The grudge match. For all the marbles.
Now in this case, I'm supposed to be a neutral, unbiased bystander, without any allegiances to any side. I'm not a homer - well, some might argue that fact - but I try to make sure I stay balanced and professional.
Not today, bitches! A trip to Montreal was on the line!
If the Sun won, it was off to St. Leonard to take on the Cougars. And I would take on cougars (is it the same in French?) later that night at the bars. I had visions of the world-famous $10 lap dances gyrating through my head. I remember one girl who was a dead-ringer for Jessica Rabbit.
Yeah, those fantasies disappeared as the Sun went down 17-3 by the second quarter. But wait! Comeback! I did my best to keep my partisanship under wraps in the press box, but hell! This was for a trip to Montreal!
The Sun actually took the lead in the third quarter, and Jessica Rabbit began strolling through my head once more. But two more Nanaimo touchdowns banished her to the nether regions of my mind.
But wait! Comeback!
Yet again, the Sun refused to roll over, scoring with 1:20 left to pull within six. An onside kick was executed perfectly - just not according to the clowns in the stripes. They ruled (wrongly) that it was Nanaimo ball, despite the fact the referee evaluator was screaming his head off in the press box. Nanaimo ball. Game over.
But wait! Comeback!
A quick two and out, the Sun have the ball, and are driving back the other way. 70 yards in 45 seconds! Jessica Rabbit pokes her head out to see what's going on... just in time to see an interception end the game. Au revoir, Montreal.

After the game, I drove down Island to Victoria, where I'm visiting with my moms for a couple days before making the trip back to K-town. A long fall awaits me. Just not Jessica Rabbit.

Henceforth, I shall be known as Word

Wow. These past couple weeks have been a blur, and it's not because of the Van Gogh vodka.
I guess time speeds up exponentially as you get older, because it feels like we never really had a summer. It was here, fleeting, like some ethereal dream, and then you get smacked in the face by the cold dampness of October.
So, to recap:
- I passed my bike test with flying colours. I was lucky that my examiner recognized me (minor celebrity, what?!) and played junior football in the past, so we had a nice lil break-the-ice chat before we went out on the road. Afterwards, he said he'd never seen such a technically perfect and flawless ride. (Hey - this is my blog. I can write whatever revisionist history I want)
- My friend Fiona visited from Swindon, in the UK. Talk about having one of those moments of clarity when you realize you're old. I met Princess Fi my first few days in town, when I stayed at the hostel, and she was one of the staff. I sparked her fondness for Canadian Club and Crown Royal, and she in turn introduced me to several British terms which I continue to use to this day (Wet lettuce, bunny-boiler, etc). A recap with pics to ensue in a moment.
- I have been christened a new nickname. From now on, I shall be known as Word. (As in MS Word, as in, a writer.) Woooorrddd.
- I got my boy Miceal published in the Daily Courier. His entertaining exploits overseas are now not limited to his blog. The feedback has been good, too.
- Apart from that, I can't remember what else has happened. So... on to the photos. (update: blogger is being a little touchy, so I'm posting them, in no particular order, on Flickr. You can see the pics by CLICKING HERE.)

My last day on the water... Me, Adair, Liam, Matt, and a couple cases of Keiths. Hence, our aerial exploits. Liam first, then Word.