The Golden Goal.

Who writes this stuff anyway?

Sidney Crosby, scoring the overtime winner, in the gold medal game at the Olympics held in Canada, at the final event of the tournament. The goal that defined a generation of Canadians, the goal that gave a nation the medal that it wants most, the goal that put us over the top in records for gold medals in any Olympics, on the last day, at the last event, at the last possible moment.

There cannot be a better script for a finish for what has been an amazing Olympic experience.

With one shot, an entire nation breathe a sigh of relieve and rejoice for hours to come.

We won gold in hockey at home. That is what everyone wanted to hear ever since the games were awarded to Vancouver so many years ago.

The only thing that was slightly bitter-sweet was that, deep inside, I had wanted Luongo to be the hero, not Crosby. But then again, in Canada, in hockey today, is there a better person to play the protagonist than what has been the face of hockey ever since he stepped into the league?

This has been Crosby's games. It's only fitting that he finishes it.

We won gold. Finally. It's done.