FEBRUARY
      22,
      2005
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
     
       
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Liam
      McKenna
     
     
      Sports
      Editor
     
    
   
   
    
     
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
      It
      is
      exceedingly
      difficult
      to
      write
      an
     
     
      article
      about
      spring
      break,
      which
      is
     
     
      what
      my
      editor
      Ray
      Keating
      had
      asked
     
     
      me
      to
      do
      following
      my
      return
      from
     
     
      Florida
      this
      past
      Friday.
      It
      was
     
     
      reminiscent
      of
      the
      assignments
      given
     
     
      in
      elementary
      school,
      which
      asked
      you
     
     
      to
      “Describe
      in
      10,000
      Words
      What
     
     
      You
      Did
      Over
      Christmas
      Break,
     
     
      Leaving
      Nothing
      Out,
      and
      Be
      Ready
     
     
      to
      Read
      it
      to
      the
      Class
      After
      Listening
     
     
      to
      the
      Other
      Thirty-Four
      Children
     
     
      Drone
      Out
      What
      They
      Did
      Too.”
      The
     
     
      challenge
      of
      writing
      such
      an
      article,
     
     
      of
      course,
      is
      not
      to
      drone.
     
    

    
     
      My
      trip
      began
      on
      a
      plane
      leaving
     
     
      from
      Moncton,
      going
      to
      Toronto,
      then
     
     
      going
      to
      Orlando.
      I
      had
      not
      flown
      on
     
     
      a
      plane
      for
      a
      number
      of
      years,
      and
      I
     
     
      marveled
      at
      the
      miniature
      TV
      sets
     
     
      which
      decorated
      the
      back
      of
      every
     
     
      seat.
      Changing
      the
      channels,
      I
      saw
      my
     
     
      editor
      at
      The
      Cadre,
      Ray
      Keating,
     
     
      defending
      himself
      from
      a
      reporter
      who
     
     
      was
      grilling
      him
      about
      having
     
     
      published
      the
      infamous
      Islam
      cartoons.
     
     
      I
      had
      a
      hearty
      laugh
      at
      his
      predicament,
     
     
      ordered
      a
      coffee,
      and
      prepared
      to
      fly
     
     
      3,000
      miles
      south
      into
      the
      Sunshine
     
     
      State.
     
    

    
     
      My
      girlfriend
      and
      I
      arrived
      in
     
     
      Florida
      a
      half
      an
      hour
      late.
      I
      stepped
     
     
      off
      the
      plane,
      wearing
      shorts
      and
      a
      t-
     
     
      shirt,
      prepared
      to
      soak
      in
      the
      sun
      and
     
     
      go
      to
      all
      of
      my
      favorite
      attractions
      and
     
     
      get
      drunk
      on
      my
      wild
      spring
      break.
     
     
      Instead,
      my
      time
      was
      spent
      with
      my
     
     
      grandparents
      at
      their
      timeshare,
     
     
      huddling
      in
      summer
      clothes
      in
      the
     
     
      coldest
      Floridian
      temperatures
      since
     
     
      1955,
      too
      cold
      to
      go
      to
      attractions,
      and
     
     
      being
      underage,
      unable
      to
      order
      a
     
     
      Corona
      from
      the
      Red
      Lobster
      without
     
     
      being
      laughed
      at.
      In
      order
      to
      drink
      in
     
     
      Florida,
      you
      have
      to
      be
      21.
      In
      order
      to
     
     
      drive
      in
      Florida,
      you
      have
      to
      be
      crazy,
     
     
      because
      no
      sane
      person
      would
      ever
     
     
      drive
      there
      if
      they
      placed
      any
      value
     
     
      on
      their
      life.
     
    

    
     
      So,
      my
      hopes
      of
      taking
      in
      some
     
     
      sun
      dashed,
      I
      decided
      we
      would
      go
     
     
      shopping
      instead.
      My
      girlfriend,
     
     
      however,
      decided
      we
      would
      go
     
     
      marathon
      shopping,
      which
      is
      a
      sport
      most
     
    
   
   
    
     
      women,
      regardless
      of
      race,
      creed,
      or
     
     
      sexual
      orientation,
      hold
      as
      their
     
     
      favorite
      Olympic
      event.
      Two
      shirts,
     
     
      two
      pairs
      of
      pants
      and
      three
      and
      a
      half
     
     
      hours
      later,
      we
      left
      the
      Florida
      mall.
     
     
      There
      are
      roughly.
      eight
      hundred
     
     
      thousand
      stores
      located
      in
      this
      mall,
     
     
      which
      covers
      an
      area
      the
      same
      size
      as
     
     
      continental
      Europe
      and
      maintains
      a
     
     
      suffocatingly
      large
      population
     
     
      sustained
      by
      one
      Taco
      Bell,
      which
      is
     
     
      delicious.
     
    

    
     
      Finally,
      several
      days
      into
      our
     
     
      trip,
      the
      weather
      began
      to
      clear
      up,
      and
     
     
      the
      temperature
      ceased
      to
      drop
      below
     
     
      freezing
      at
      night.
      Kate
      and
      I
      made
      the
     
     
      mandatory
      trip
      to
      Disney’s
      Magic
     
     
      Kingdom,
      which
      was
      excellent
      until
     
     
      we
      were
      forced
      to
      leave
      after
      I
      began
     
     
      tackling
      those
      shitty
      puppets
      on
      the
     
     
      “Tt’s
      a
      Small
      World”
      ride
      and
      strangled
     
     
      a
      four
      year
      old
      behind
      me
      for
      singing
     
     
      along
      with
      them.
      Actually,
      as
      you
      may
     
     
      have
      guessed,
      that
      didn’t
      happen,
      but
     
     
      if
      I
      ever
      have
      to
      go
      on
      that
      ride
      again,
     
     
      so
      help
      me,
      it
      will.
      Believe
      me.
      It’s
      like
     
     
      hell,
      only
      worse.
     
    

    
     
      What
      did
      happen
      was
     
     
      something
      difficult
      to
      describe.
      At
      the
     
     
      end
      of
      the
      night,
      every
      night,
      there
      are
     
     
      fireworks
      over
      the
      castle
      in
      the
      Magic
     
     
      Kingdom,
      accompanied
      by
      music
      and
     
     
      the
      combined
      wisdom
      of
      Jiminy
     
     
      Cricket
      and
      Julie
      Andrews,
      peppered
     
     
      with
      quotes
      and
      songs
      from
      Disney
     
     
      cartoons.
      Without
      getting
      overly
     
     
      sentimental,
      I
      challenge
      any
      one
      of
     
     
      you
      to
      attend
      this
      event
      and
      not
      be
     
     
      touched
      by
      it.
      And
      I
      don’t
      mean
      in
      the
     
     
      molester
      kind
      of
      way,
      either
      —
      I
      think
     
     
      it’s
      impossible
      for
      one’s
      mind
      to
     
     
      compute
      what
      a
      profound
      effect
     
     
      Disney
      has
      had
      on
      your
      life
      until
      you
     
     
      attend
      this
      event.
     
    

    
     
      We
      also
      went
      to
      MGM,
      which
     
     
      was
      Okay.
      The
      best
      part
      was
      the
     
     
      Aerosmith
      roller
      coaster,
      the
      Tower
      of
     
     
      Terror
      (Kate
      didn’t
      want
      to
      go
      on
      this
     
     
      ride,
      but
      I
      justified
      it
      by
      reminding
      her
     
     
      I
      had
      gone
      on
      “It’s
      a
      Small
      World”),
     
     
      Indiana
      Jones
      blowing
      up
      some
      stuff,
     
     
      and
      the
      wait
      in
      line
      for
      the
      Star
      Wars
     
     
      ride.
      The
      ride
      itself
      wasn’t
      great,
      but
     
     
      there’s
      a
      C-3P0
      robot
      which
      moves
     
    
   
   
    
     
      and
      talks
      to
      R2-D2
      while
      you
      wait.
      It’s
     
     
      pretty
      awesome.
      Other
      than
      those
     
     
      things,
      MGM
      wasn’t
      that
      great,
      and
      we
     
     
      passed
      on
      Animal
      Kingdom
      to
      go
     
     
      there.
      Go
      to
      Animal
      Kingdom,
      unless
     
     
      you
      love
      listening
      to
      Drew
      Carey
      talk
     
     
      into
      your
      ear
      in
      a
      dark
      room.
      If
      you
     
     
      love
      that,
      go
      to
      MGM.
      And
      never,
      ever
     
     
      talk
      to
      me.
     
    

    
     
      The
      price
      of
      liquor
      in
      the
      United
     
     
      States
      alone
      is
      enough
      to
      make
      me
     
     
      wish
      they’d
      conquer
      Canada.
      Now,
      ’'m
     
     
      as
      proud
      of
      my
      country
      as
      anybody,
     
     
      but
      $25
      for
      24
      Coronas?
      Are
      you
     
     
      kidding
      me?
      Can
      you
      say
      “peaceful
     
     
      surrender”?
      I
      bought
      a
      40oz,
      of
     
     
      Captain
      Morgan
      at
      the
      duty-free
      store
     
     
      for
      $13.95!
     
    

    
     
      $13.95!
      400z!
      Rum!
     
    

    
     
      On
      the
      way
      home,
      my
      flights
     
     
      were
      delayed
      by
      a
      few
      hours,
      but
      they
     
     
      bought
      me
      off
      by
      giving
      us
      free
      beer
     
     
      on
      the
      plane.
      What
      worries
      me
      is
      that
     
     
      no
      one
      ever
      seems
      to
      know
      what
      is
     
    
   
   
    
     
      é
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      CADRE
      e@
      6
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Another
      “Girls
      Gone
      Wild”
      Spring
      Break
      Down
      South
     
    
   
   
    
     
      going
      on
      at
      airlines.
      It
      always
      seems
     
     
      like
      something
      is
      wrong,
      but
      they
      don’t
     
     
      know
      what
      it
      is
      and
      they
      wouldn’t
      tell
     
     
      you
      even
      if
      they
      knew,
      but
      it
      is
     
     
      certainly
      not
      their
      fault.
      Our
      pilot
     
     
      summed
      up
      our
      “technical
      difficulties”
     
     
      by
      saying,
      “Folks,
      we
      don’t
      really
      know
     
     
      what
      the
      hold
      up
      is.
      This
      is
      not
      a
     
     
      Westjet
      problem.
      It’s
      an
      airport
     
     
      problem.
      Drinks
      are
      on
      us!”
      I
      ordered
     
     
      a
      beer,
      wondering
      whether
      “technical
     
     
      difficulties”
     
     
      describe
      a
      gigantic
      mass
      of
      metal
     
     
      moving
      through
      the
      air
      at
      600mph
      and
     
     
      38,000
      feet.
     
    

    
     
      All
      in
      all,
      it
      was
      a
      good
      break.
     
     
      In
      summary,
      go
      to
      Magic
      Kingdom,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      was
      a
      good
      way
      to
     
    
   
   
    
     
      buy
      some
      beer,
      stay
      away
      from
      MGM,
     
     
      fly
      Westjet,
      eat
      at
      the
      Outback,
      brush
     
     
      your
      teeth,
      and
      don’t
      drive.
      Also,
      try
     
     
      to
      arrange
      to
      have
      good
      weather
      while
     
     
      you're
      there.
      And
      for
      God’s
      sake,
      no
     
     
      matter
      what
      your
      editor
      tells
      you,
      don’t
     
     
      write
      an
      article
      about
      it.
     
    
   
   
    
     
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