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    Histrionic Night in Canada

    by  • August 20, 2014 • 0 Comments

    Between the ages of ten and seventeen, I was the president, founder and franchise player in the S.H.L. The S.H.L. stood for Shaw Hockey League, named after my mother’s side of the family, namely Uncle Carl (Shaw) and my Grammy Thelma Edith (Shaw). Uncle Carl had played hockey as a boy, one of four...

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    Birdwatching – Week 20 (also kinda Week 1)

    by  • August 13, 2014 • 0 Comments

    Why the hell do we even bother? That’s a question I ask myself a lot when I watch sports, and especially when I read sports media, and…actually, I ask myself this question a lot. Particularly, it has sprung to mind as I sit in a hotel lobby in Charlottetown, watching the Blue Jays take...

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    Embedded in the No Noobs Clan

    by  • August 13, 2014 • 0 Comments

    Somewhere on the Internet… The clans have clashed and somewhere along a darkened Internet plain, our forces appear to be winning. My clanmates in “No Noobs” (for no newbies), including The Young Cack and Almighty Push, are Californian teenagers who when they’re not calling each other teenager names, and falling out like members of...

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    The Shirt off My Back

    by  • August 7, 2014 • 0 Comments

    My daughter has a tiny threadbare blanket on her bed, which she uses to wrap a small stuffed dog named Goldie. The blanket is tissue paper thin after seventeen years of rough use, most of which took place in the first seven years. Like the boy in the children’s story “Owen”, she used her...

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    The Art of the Diving Catch

    by  • August 4, 2014 • 0 Comments

    Most outfielders dive for catches as if they’re falling headfirst off the hood of a car, their bodies dropping at a high angle, both hands extended in front of them. — Buster Olney, ESPN                     you know: although the pros – your anthony gose, your andruw jones – execute as though the field’s a car poorly...

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    Rainin’ Tres from the Nike Outlet Store

    by  • June 16, 2014 • 1 Comment


    I’m not sure which profanity I used, but I remember swearing before the four of them entered earshot. It was unremarkable that two of them were wearing black dress pants and perfectly-pressed white shirts with name badges pinned to them. That they were approaching a basketball court­—really just an elevated slab of cracked pavement...

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    The Lost Art

    by  • June 2, 2014 • 0 Comments


    In the last days of the game, the church school itself seemed to be tumbling. The sculpture in the courtyard was gradually being removed to be cleaned and the pieces, arrayed every which way, seemed to have been thrown down...

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    Two Poems

    by  • May 13, 2014 • 0 Comments

    Hockey's Worst Year image2

    Alberta Avenue In the darkness, a pair of brothers emerge, gliding along the sidewalk. Dinnertime, but in Edmonton winters it could be midnight. These imps own the block. Battered hand-me-down skates, good-will jackets, no need for helmets. For this evening their world is a skating rink, they ecstatic in this trick of the weather,...

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    Twitter and the Playoffs

    by  • May 5, 2014 • 0 Comments

    Twitter piece

    What Ron MacLean, Matt Cooke, Donald Sterling, and the Internet Do For Us After an exceptionally long and cold winter, the North American sports scene exploded in a sudden heat in the past few weeks. First, Minnesota Wild forward Matt Cooke strayed from his public commitment to reform himself when he exacted such serious physical damage on an...

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    There Used To Be A Ballpark

    by  • April 10, 2014 • 0 Comments

    © Alysha Dawn

    “And there used to be a ballpark where the field was warm and green And the people played their crazy game with a joy I’d never seen And the air was such a wonder from the hot dogs and the beer Yes, there used to be a ballpark right here,”  — Lyrics by Joe...

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    The Habs Can Save Quebec

    by  • April 8, 2014 • 0 Comments


    Okay, now what? The Liberal dominance in last night’s Quebec provincial election provides a government with a mandate, and perhaps 5 years of actual issues, but does it tend to the damage caused by the departing PQ government? It’s a difficult time to live in Quebec. The tumult brought on by an invigorated separatist...

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    A Different Breed

    by  • March 25, 2014 • 0 Comments


    At the biggest and most important horse races of the season, like the Triple Crown races and the Breeder’s Cup, fashion is a big thing. Hats that need scaffolding to hold them up, bowties and handkerchiefs and leather shoes with funny colored socks abound at the big important stakes races. It’s a gesture toward...

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    The Great Gottfried

    by  • March 7, 2014 • 0 Comments


    Did a gay German tennis star throw the most prestigious tournament of his time just to spite Hitler? If all the world’s a stage then the cast of the great international pre-war epic, The Greatest Tennis Match in History, might feel too star-studded to believe it all actually happened. The show would feature, in...

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    In the Absence of Lidstrom

    by  • March 6, 2014 • 0 Comments


    On the occasion of his number’s retirement This is year two of my life without Nicklas Lidstrom. You get used to having a perfect human in your life. The first year was the hardest. Lockout-shortened, the season was already doomed to choppiness. But with Nick gone, the Wings’ breakout turned to mud. Suddenly speed...

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    Enduring the Run

    by  • February 11, 2014 • 2 Comments

    Rhinohead by Jacqueline Valencia

    Running is about endurance. It’s about being crazy. It’s about keeping your brain as still as a rhinoceros before it charges towards its goal. I used to be a couch potato. Growing up, I didn’t participate much in sports or physical activity. My mom would go for the occasional run when she wanted to...

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