On behalf of all American hockey fans, I would like to officially begin the shit-talking:
Today, we are going to kick your ass.
Oh, sure, the score, and the game, will undoubtedly be close, but we will be handing you your toque-wearing, back-bacon-eating, gold-medal-not-getting asses to you.
You may have invented the sport, and for that we will always be grateful, but it would seem that, in the last 50 years, you've passed the torch to...well, anyone else who would take it, really.
We'll happily take it from here.
Hey, don't feel too bad. You've still got all our film work, and Curling. Nobody can take that away from you.