I’ve found myself falling into a certain morning routine here at the Winter Olympics. Every day, it’s the same thing.
I wake up, join the media pool on how late the bus will be, try to find one Canadian not wearing a red maple leaf, and I go to Tim Hortons.
Olympians don’t go to Tim Hortons. If they did they wouldn’t be Olympians. They don’t endorse Tim Hortons. It would be like Colorado Springs figure skater Rachael Flatt endorsing lard.