Evil Empire Makes Good

E-mail sent to the Hamilton Tiger-Cats (arch rivals of my favourite team, the Toronto Argonauts, for those of you who don't follow Canadian football):

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I'm an Argonaut season-ticket holder and have noted with dismay the coming incursion of the NFL's Buffalo Bills into the Toronto market. Though I don't fault the Argo brass for supporting the endeavour—I don't see what else they could have done—I was delighted when the Tiger-Cats refused to participate in the deal as currently structured.

Though I must confess you won't hear me chanting "Oskee Wee Wee" at Ivor Wynne anytime soon, the Tiger-Cat organization has earned my respect. I will of course continue to cheer on the Double Blue but will not fork out a dime, much less two thousand dollars, to see the Buffalo Bills play in Toronto.

I wish the Hamilton Tiger-Cats all the best for the 2008 season and once again, please accept my warmest congratulations for doing what's right. With custodians such as Mr. Young standing up for the CFL, our great game will continue to prosper.

Return of the Son of Winterloathe

Met a friend at the grocery store today and he called the massive snowfall in progress "pretty." Hmm. I have other adjectives for it. Here's a test: you're a true Canadian if you look out upon that mess and declare it pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, etc.

Clearly, I fail. Call in the Mounties! Snatch my passport, eh?

("And you don't like hockey. Mortal sin," Sgt. Slapshot muttered as he threw me in the slammer.)