Headlines and Sidelines
The Winnipeg Blue Bombers, a CFL team in such disarray that even the word "disarray" is an understatement, released kicker Justin Palarady, a Colchester County native who'd been with the team for four seasons.
If you can find an upgrade at any position you do it, but what's next in Winnipeg? They going to get rid of the long-snapper? The second-string safety?
The Bombers play in the East division, a division so weak that even at 1-7, Winnipeg is not far from a playoff spot. Their problems are so deep and so varied however, that cutting the kicker makes one think of the "deck chairs-rearranged-on-the-Titanic" analogy.
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I need to know right now, TSN, and I don't want to wait until tomorrow: Just who is going to be playing on a line with Sidney Crosby at the 2014 Olympics? I'm losing sleep over this.
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I read in a national news story this week about Justin Trudeau and this "pot smoking controversy" and that justice minister Peter MacKay apparently said Canadians expect politicians to walk the straight and narrow, and then I started thinking about speeding tickets and fishing camps and military helicopters and what is essentially stealing from the taxpayers. And I just laughed, because that's about all you can do.
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A few years ago, I was at a Stellarton Albions baseball game on a Saturday afternoon, when I strolled across Acadia Avenue to the big brick church, where they were selling turkey burgers as a fundraiser (the kind with gravy, of course. Is there any other kind?). The turkey burgers I had that day were maybe the best I've ever tasted, and I love turkey burgers more than I love go-karts. I thought of those turkey burgers the other day, and thought that whomever made the gravy should run down to one of the local grocery stores and show them how to make good gravy. I won't name the place because a.) it's unfair; b.) I'm not Yvonne Colbert or Geraldo Rivera and c.) different strokes for different folks - maybe some people like lousy gravy.
I could make better gravy than this place, and I've never even made gravy... although I have watched other people do it, so I know it's not very complex. Maybe I shouldn't let this kind of thing bother me because the people who work there are very nice.... most of them, anyways. But bad gravy ruins the turkey burger (it might have been a chicken burger, but that's not the point now, is it? The point is: they need to upgrade their gravy, the way the Bombers upgraded their kicking).
When you are really looking forward to a turkey burger, as I was, it hurts when the gravy doesn't deliver. Not just emotionally, but physically too, because bad gravy tends to lay in your stomach like a ball of dry paint. Good gravy does too, but you can tolerate that because you feel very satisfied after a delicious turkey burger.
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I make fun of NASCAR, not because I have a hatred for the sport but because it amuses me, but how cool was that story about 11-year-old Kelsey Hann, the Pictou County girl who races go-karts?
I've raced go-karts myself in Pictou County, only it was about 35 years ago in Seafoam, when my family would stay at a campground out there, with a go-cart on the other side of the old highway. The track is long gone - I don't know how many years now - but when I was a kid, go-karts were the bomb, as the kids like to say these days (maybe that word in that context is out of fashion now). From Seafoam to the Bonshaw 500 on PEI, if there was a go-kart near a campground, that was the place to be.