I want to take some time here to explain to you why no one was seriously hurt, and how this could be.

It's typical for an American visitor to Canada to take in its January climates and wonder why humans would voluntarily live there. In many parts of the country, the average low temperature hangs around negative-15 degrees Fahrenheit. It's not at all rare for the temperatures -- not the wind chill, the temperature -- to reach 25 below zero. During its day, the planet Mars gets warmer than that. A town in Yukon once recorded a temperature of negative-81 degrees.

Canadians can trace their ancestries all across the world, particularly in Toronto and Montreal, home to populations as diverse as any you would see in America. But once human beings survive a few Canadian winters, they toughen up in a very real way. They're hardened, both physically and spiritually. If you have ever driven a snowmobile through Nunavut, or stepped out of a Montreal metro station and been greeted by a thousand invisible daggers of ice, you might agree that it's not unlike, say, landing on the roof of a Rav4 from 65 feet.

This does tend to make a Canadian far less easily hurt, but they can still be knocked over. Maryse St-Hilaire is the best jav-fencer on the team, which is how she compensates for her small frame. She's 5'2 and 145 pounds, and with her swordsmanship, that doesn't matter at all. The Ottawa player -- I'll learn their names sometime, I'm sure -- goes ass-up and falls into the sea of people.

There are more. Yards ahead of us, the entire rest of the REDBLACKS defense is hanging out of windows and perched on ledges. Means says we should stop the cars, so we do, and he climbs on his roof.