Originally posted by fortyninerglory:Originally posted by NattoNiner:Originally posted by fortyninerglory:
Canada won the 2010 winter olympics with more golds than any other country. Who cares about the past.
It sickens me that they list USA at the top of the medal tracker like they won the event with their silvers and tons of bronzes LMAO.
Watching the American flag being lifted during the medal ceremony is representation enough. And to beat out 79 other countries to the podium is victory.
Only if you could watch all the medal ceremonies in succession, just the lifting of the flag, you will see the true power of America. I don't know what country you're from, but it appears you are jealous of us Yankees. Don't tread on me boy!
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Your Unholy Shield absorbs an enormous amount of the damage.
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Your Unholy Shield absorbs an enormous amount of the damage.
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