I made jam early this afternoon ( 4 1/2 litres of redcurrant + mulberry, that set nicely! ), then I went downtown about 3 or 4 o'clock. The streets were deserted. People were clustered around TV sets in the Eaton Centre, and here and there in the underground city. I felt like the invisible man as I walked past them unnoticed.
I missed the game and had to watch it on replay. Coming home from Lake Simcoe I was careful to avoid the radio, but damn that one fan waving a giant Italian flag from their car window and tipping me off to the outcome.
Surprisingly, despite that the ratio of French to Italians in Toronto is like 1:300 the majority of fans @ the Dome were French. I figure that it's because Italians have 2 party centrals (St. Clair and College St) whereas the French have no real French part of the city.
The game was nailbiting and it was great to watch it on the Jumbotron.