Yesterday afternoon, Greece upset France in Euro 2004 quarter final play and Toronto's Greek community went nuts much like our Portuguese community did on Thursday. Toronto's largest Greek community is along The Danforth, where much of the highly overrated "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" was filmed.
When the soccer match ended at around 16:30 EST yesterday, the call went out to Toronto commuters to avoid The Danforth at all costs. I didn't need to alter my day one iota because you'll never find me on The Danforth. You see, The Danfoth is East of Yonge, or EoY as I refer to it.
I wrote about EoY in the past, but it's worth repeating. I have never lived EoY. In fact, whenever possible, I avoid EoY completely. This has been the case my entire life. Whether it's going to school, a movie theatre, out to dinner, shopping, for a bike ride or even to a concert or sporting event, I am least comfortable when I'm EoY.
Yonge Street is the longest street in the world and it effectively divides Toronto into two distinct realms. I am familiar with just about every nook and cranny in the western realm, but once I break the invisible plane and venture EoY, nothing is certain. Furthermore, nothing is desireable. Quite frankly, I can't think of very many desinations EoY that are worth this risk. Everything I could possibly want to see or do can be done avoiding EoY.
