You bastards.
I made it until now without crying because of my wife's casual indifference to The Hip and her ability to stone face me in trying situations. I went to the first show in Calgary and didn't cry. Now I'm feeling feelings and realizing how The Tragically Hip were my life soundtrack for my late teens and the majority of my twenties. When I ended up basically possession free at the turn of the century I still had all of my Hip CDs in a box in my car.
