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    Jake Braun: Four Poems

    by  • September 16, 2014 • 0 Comments

    Communication Blood the rosy stamp, A tooth the torn envelope; Suicide passed out.     SA SE (self-addressed saussurean emotion) All your words come back to you No matter what. They defy settling, slash and black hawk through Postal networks of a life’s creation. Like how Jonathan Toews believed he was a hero, and...

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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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    I Hate Hockey

    by  • July 3, 2014 • 0 Comments

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    For the past ten years, Quebec City has been my hometown. It is thousands of miles away from the town where I grew up in Ireland, but since 2003 it has been chez nous. And since I first found the country on the map, Canada has meant one thing to me: hockey. The first...

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    Go! Los Catrachos!

    by  • June 20, 2014 • 0 Comments

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    I’m cheering for Honduras. Yes, it’s the same Honduras that has the mantle of the highest murder rate in the world according to the United Nations. It’s also the same country where tourists get kidnapped from small 25-seater buses or from their hotels. This year it was reported that Honduras still has the world’s highest murder rate: in 2013 it suffered 19 murders...

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    Rainin’ Tres from the Nike Outlet Store

    by  • June 16, 2014 • 1 Comment

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    “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

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    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

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    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

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    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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