Bravo Toronto.
I was one of the millions of complaining Torontonians, frustrated that my tax dollars were used in excess to put on a complex, resource exhausting, multi-sport event that no one in this country has ever seemed to care much about.
Whose idea was it to import wood from Siberia to build the cycling velodrome, in f&*^ing Milton? I guess that’s fitting, since Milton is basically the Siberia of the Greater Toronto Area. And the worst part about HOV lanes isn’t the volume it adds to the other lanes, it’s the moronic drivers that don’t understand that the middle lane becomes the passing lane. If you don’t know how fast you should go in that lane, you’re going too slow to be in there!!!!
But then a well trained stuntman dressed to resemble Donovan Bailey jumped off the CN Tower. Andrew Wiggins‘ Olympian mother passed him the torch, and Maple Jordan gave it to the MJ of Canadian Basketball. And then they lit fireworks OFF the CN Tower! All of a sudden, I had the fever.
I saw gymnastics on day 1 and was blown away by the sheer athleticism on display. Security at the venues was quick and efficient. I avoided heat stroke watching beach volleyball thanks to a rowdy stadium host and his team of water gun slinging volunteers. I still don’t know how the Cuban women only managed silver, but I’m not trying to be a Pan Am women’s beach volleyball expert. Handball is way more entertaining than I ever thought it was. And considerably more physical. I snickered at the several overweight looking Uruguayan men who took the floor, only to quickly realize that no matter how much P90x the Canadian team did that morning, they weren’t going to contain or get through them. Also, Brasilians play handball the same way they play soccer: beautifully and effortlessly.
My commutes around the city were virtually unaltered. There’s nothing west of Mississauga for me, ever. In fact my commutes were improved with the 509 streetcar running direct from Union Station to Exhibition Place (Pan Am Park). They lit fireworks in front of City Hall every single night. I saw musical performances by groups from countries I’m unlikely to travel to, with Lake Ontario as the backdrop. And yeah, some of those performances were horrendous. But I’d stand there and listen to em again.
For as good of a show as Toronto put on, Canadian athletes were even better. Dominating our rivals to the south in sports they’ve owned for decades. The coming out party this tournament was for Canada Basketball can not be overstated. Jamal Murray is the new Andrew Wiggins, and we haven’t even seen the best of him yet! Steve Nash and Jay Triano now have the once unthinkable luxury of having too many talented players to choose from. Kia Nurse might just do for women’s basketball what Christine Sinclair has done for women’s soccer in this country. She could’ve made the Edmonton Oilers, if she really wanted to. Pete Orr is a Canadian baseball legend now. People learned how crazy extra innings rules are in international baseball. And Andre De Grasse put the track and field world on notice, so much so, they had to find a way to take his medal away.
Much to my surprise, the 17th Pan American Games were a huge success on and off the fields of play. I am more proud to be a Torontonian. And winning feels great. This was a month I was convinced I would regret. Instead, it was one I won’t soon forget.
Having said all that, I DO NOT want the Olympics in my city in nine years. Enjoy it Boston! You deserve a good headache after all the sporting successes your teams have brought you in recent years.