On Thursday night, C and I were randomly walking up Yonge St. on our way to Chapters. We saw crowds milling around ahead of us and wondered what was going on. I figured it was a car accident. But really, it was more like a fire.
The torch carriers were coming toward us with the Olympic Flame.
We wanted to see. So we waited.
There was a caravan of cars, trucks and policemen for the event. And we figured they'd make it up the street in no time.
"It's freakin' COLD!"
So we headed up the street to find out what the hold up was.
Turns out they were just parked and waiting to start.
You can't really see this picture, but that's Jay Triano - Toronto Raptors Coach.
Hey, Triano! I've been fighting on your behalf, why you gotta prove me wrong?
Nuthin' says "We're proud to have the Olympics in Canada" than an Olympic Flame stop outside of the Brass Rail. Strippers like sports, too.
There it is!
Ooh, very flame-y.
That's all I got, folks.
The Olympic Flame.
Crappy pictures, to be sure, but the intent was there.
And since it made the boy giddy with Olympic spirit, it was worth the near-frostbite.