Olympian Wreck
The Olympics are in full force and if you have not been watching the excitement then you must… not have a cable like myself.
Don’t worry, I have caught a few of the legendary highlights thanks to my parents and friends who are not stubborn. Most importantly, I caught our own Olympics at our site…
In RIPped Pants, I embarrassed myself in front of one resident. In this particular story, I embarrassed myself in front of approximately 60 residents and family.
At the long term care facility we decided to have our own Olympics to show our patriotism. We created teams representing provinces instead of countries and I obviously made certain Saskatchewan was one of the teams qualifying. We scheduled a whole week of events including: badminton, basketball, relay races, bowling, 100m walk, javelin, dance and boxing (on the Wii – they already don’t have their real teeth).
Each event was a nail biter, but the real winner was a player from New Brunswick who transformed into a human bowling ball in attempt to knock down all of the pins. The excitement was comparable to Canada wining gold in high jump after 84 years.
Like all Olympics, we included opening and closing ceremonies. At the Closing Ceremonies, the intent was to present the gold, silver, bronze and sportsmanship medals to each team (I won’t mention where Saskatchewan fell in the standings, but let’s just say they were as good as the Roughriders). I also put together a slideshow compiled of all the action throughout the week.
The other Recreation Therapist and the Activity Convenor weren’t available that day, so I was forced to be the MC of the event. You put a mic in my hand and you just never know what will happen.
Everything was going smoothly until it was time to present the medals and I pulled a Steve Harvey at Miss Universe…
With my best host voice I exclaimed, “and silver goess tooooooooo Nova Scotia!”
The response from the crowd was not exactly how I had imagined. It was not quiet enough to hear a pin drop, but it was definitely quiet enough to hear the whispers.
It immediately occurred to me that we had not entered a team from Nova Scotia. My attempt at comic relief was by stating the truth, “and we do not have a Nova Scotia team!”
Giggles erupted from the audience before I continued, “therefore, silver goes to New Brunswick!” The cheers I expected filled the room and I was happy to award a competing team.
At our pub program following the Closing Ceremonies, a resident stated, “put this on Nova Scotia’s tab.”
He deserved a free drink on us after that.
Go Canada Go!
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