Alvvays Genie

Alvvays, Court Suzanne Lenglen, Roland-Garros, Paris, 2014.  That tiny speck of a person in magenta, or fuschia, on the red clay, between our shoulders, is Genie Bouchard, from the humble village of Westmount, QC. She is ho-humming through her annual first round French Open loss. In a surprising show of Go Canada patriotism, I brought Molly Rankin, lead singer of Toronto-based band Alvvays, along with us--Jamie Friesen, originally of Vernon,
​B. C., and I--for who better to lift all Canadian spirits?  I don't know, but not Alvvays, I'll tell you that much for sure. As a Canadian talisman, Alvvays was ineffective. Indeed as a Canadian talisman, Alvvays was more of an evil bad magic curse. Earlier that same day, we'd watched Vasek Pospisil, also originally of Vernon, B.C., lose. I was  wearing the same shirt. Genie got smoked, too. The shirt. I hope no one wears any Alvvays shirts to the Raptors, people please don't do it! There's some dark magic in the shirts of Alvvays, no, maybe not all of them, that would be ridiculous, but in this one for sure, and who knows how many more? It is bad luck when worn at sporting events.  Logic. Get into it.