Alright peoples of the internet ... well, all eight of you (and specifically the three of you not directly related and thus have a blood requirement to support me ... ) who regularly visit this blog because you have run out of productive things to do at work and your boss has stepped out of the office for a moment ...

Here’s your big chance. Okay. Well. Here’s A chance.

OK ... so almost a year ago, I got this phone call at some ungodly hour of the morning (i.e. before 10 a.m.) asking if I would be interested in a paid position during the Olympics. The job description was a little unclear, but had something to do with identifying athletes for the camera guys producing the video feed at the sliding centre. The position was called "Spotter" and they needed two of us, one from the skeleton/bobsleigh side and one from the luge side.

OK ... the parties in Squamish and Whistler were pretty cool ... but there is something totally unique and inspiring and moving about seeing one torchbearer pass on the flame to another torchbearer only metres away from you.

After hearing rumours at Thursday night's torch shin dig that the Whistler celebration the following evening was expected to be bigger than Ottawa's, we decided to get maple syruped up, try out the free transit system and check it out ourselves.

Well ... uhhh ... THAT was pretty freakin' awesome.

So tonight the torch came through Squamish, and, gotta be honest, there is pretty much nothing in the world quite like being right there within an arm's length of the Olympic flame.

Don't tell anyone ... but I might have almost cried ...