WARNING: The following post is classified MA [Mildly Aussie]. It contains some Aussie language and, if you’re finding yourself lost in translation, Tristan and Cindy recommend taking a squiz at their Australian-Canadian Phrasebook.
It’s that sad time of year Down Under when the footy is finished but the cricket hasn’t started yet. And by footy, I am of course referring to AFL, probably better known by our North American counterparts (if at all) as Aussie Rules.
Late Friday night/early Saturday morning Toronto time, Australia celebrated possibly the biggest event on its sporting calendar (except maybe for the Melbourne Cup) – the AFL Grand Final. While watching this spectacle with an enthusiastic crowd of locals and expats at Hemingway’s (the Kiwi-style, as close as we can get to Aussie, pub in Yorkville), it got me thinking about how us Aussies definitely win against the Yanks and the Canucks when it comes to chasing an egg-shaped ball around a field. Continue reading