Saves Me from Moving to Buffalo

The Olympic Sport for Day Seven:

Men's Hockey

The Olympic Athlete for Day Seven:

Martin Brodeur

His moment:

Basically, he was the only guy I wasn't yelling at during the game against Switzerland. Might not be as noteworthy a moment as when CTV followed Julia Mancuso to the outhouse during the Ladies Super Combined, Slalom Run ... and stayed on the outhouse after she went inside ... but since I had threatened after the second period to move to Buffalo if Canada loses, Brodeur's last save was a relief to me.

(p.s. why didn't I give Sid the nod here? Cuz Brodeur was the one working his pads off for 65 minutes, not just stepping up in the end with an effort.)

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