I HAVE A THEORY THAT FIRST LOVE doesn’t count. How can it? What do you know about something as impossible as love the first time? Hell, what do you know the second? Or third? When my first love broke up with me, I was devastated. Or so I thought. I drank. I caroused. I...
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On Sunday afternoon while nursing a whiskey hangover, I had a sobering online chat with Quinn MacDonald (who will be joining us soon on The Round Bus) who is doing an extensive project on women in sports broadcasting. Women in sports media is not something I consider...
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DURING THE NHL LOCKOUT those of us cursed with both an unhealthy affection for the league and just enough self-loathing to stay informed on a daily basis, found ourselves inundated with union rhetoric. The players were united. They were a brotherhood. After late night CBA negotiations with the evil owners, they would retire to...
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For this week’s column I was poised to write a response to Don Cherry’s latest uninformed, naïve, and strangely jingoistic and insulated Coach’s Corner rant. I hadn’t seen the segment, having re-allocated the time once spent during the Hockey Night in Canada telecast watching Cherry to checking email, topping up adult beverages, and sketching...
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THE RITUAL OF BASEBALL’S spring training marks the true beginning of the year; a time for reflection, for pause, to consider the errors of years passed, and to be hopeful for a season not yet written. You miss that girl, but maybe it’s time to move on. You regret August, but there’s another coming...
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I’VE BEEN SPENDING A LOT OF TIME of late thinking about my childhood. Not quite sure why. Maybe because I’ve finally realized I’m not 25 anymore after trying to celebrate that birthday for a straight decade with mixed results. Maybe because after leaving Montreal, a city I love, but a city hard to grow...
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