Spotlights

Monday, December 27, 2010

I met the Good Samaritan on Christmas Eve

"Father Christmas" is often synonymo...Image via Wikipedia

Twas the night before Christmas and I’m locked out of my Jeep in a tee shirt at Coby … Merry f@&*ing Christmas!
By Terrance Gavan  
Twas the night before Christmas
And to Lindsay I’m fled
Thoughts of a car wash
Scream through my head
My blue Jeep is spattered
With tinges of grey
OCD says to smite
All that salt, sand and clay
I stop at Old Coby
Big garage on the hill
In tee shirt and jeans
I egress to the shrill
Noise of the hoses
At work in the bays
My dog Bille Jean
Jumps into the fray
She loves to chase water
As it spurts from the tip
And inside the car
She prances and trips
And I’m not even worried
I left keys in ignition
I know that Jeep knows
By mere intuition
Never to allow me
To lock keys inside
It balks when I push the
lock and load slide

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

An Irishman abroad tells it like it is !! :-)

What the fuck is wrong wit' Eireland??
This guy will tell you!
By Seamus O'Bradiagh
Pardon the Eruption .... on second thought just do what this Irish gentleman suggests at the end of this beautiful rant...
Let's locate this guy and fire him into Stevie Wonderhair's Cabinet ... for fuck's sake!
Ah... lovely brogue and a fine use of da' prodigious profane in describing The Tiger's crisis!
You must watch this!

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Greg Walsh needs to be reinstated

The coach needs to be reinstated by the OMHA and Hockey Canada.
But the rest is crammed into two minutes below.
Lov y'all the
Gav

Friday, December 17, 2010

The Clay Pigeon Golf Shot


Terrance Video morning...
the golf shot extravaganza.
I don't get it!

Shaq-A-Claus Plays Michael Jackson The Experience

Terrance Gavan Blogs
What else.... what next .. what now Big guy ...
this is for Haliburton's Michael Jackson who has now been overshadowed by the Big Aristotle.
Give it up Mark Arike ... those are big big big shoes to fill!!!!
And Shaquille brings the kids a message that it's a great way to stay in shape.
Poor Mark ... ah wee lad we hardly knew ye'.
Enjoy The Shaq in HD ... wheeeeeeee!
y'all!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Proudfoot says goodbye

Gav's blog reprints Tony P's last column from the Montreal gazette:
proudfoot is about to shuffle off this mortal coil and the flllowing was printed in the Gazette yesterday:



By Tony Proudfoot for Postmedia News
“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “to talk of many things.” — Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
MONTREAL — The last time I wrote for the Montreal Gazette in April 2010, I was anticipating that I might not make it to another Christmas. Here it is, early December, same year, and my circumstances are certainly clearer. As the Walrus says, “The time has come” literally and figuratively, and I would like to “talk of many things.”
Why has ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease) come into my life? What can I do with my body as it slowly deteriorates? When will my time actually be, given that ALS is a definitive death sentence? These are all thoughts that come to mind. Focusing on my next breath requires all of my energy. I am starved of air and oxygen and need to rely on a ventilator just to feel stable, just to live. I am now on my ventilator up to 22 hours per day, often going off one, to walk slowly to another room to attach myself to another.
At the beginning, without any answers and none forthcoming, I chose to take the high road and be as positive as I could possibly be and live the life I had left to the fullest. I also worked hard to raise awareness of ALS and support research into its cause and elimination.

1936-17 Year Old Bob Feller

Terrentino Gaverino
RIP BRO!
We say goodbye to Rapid Robert Feller...
Legend ... nice ballplayer ... nuff said ..
Perfect Game!



John and Terry at the Roger's Cup

By terrentino Gaverino
I am trying out my new pinnacle video editing software so forgive the amateurish use of conflicting tab styles ..
I find this a hoot because it pretty well sums up mine and John's relationship ... since I sobered up in 1998.
I am less obtuse and more focused and able to approach John's daunting side chatter with a remote and ironic smile.
The reference to Officer Moby is from alice and the restaurant.
The Chris Rock reference is denuded by John's obsequious interjections.
The song is by Fred Eaglesmith.
The pink shirt is what Roger was wearing back in the August tennis tourney.
Frank Sinatra .. said I just opened my mouth and there it was .. the note that is ...
The Beck's Beer in the closing credits is of course non-alcoholic and because it is made by Germans is apparently very good ... but expensive. To the guy who constantly monitors my you tube site and accuses me of non PC .. those are both positive comments as in : nice cars .. beautiful ski lifts .. good products ... you pay for quality.
Now .. this is the germany post Poland ... that other stuf?
Obviously like Adolf!!! Crazy as fucking batshit.
hey Germany ... get over it ... and my PC Guy .. get an effin life ... here's the skinny .. I posted a rant against Racist Italian soccer fans who were beiong so hard on a black player from Ivory Coast Eto'o that the ref had to suspend the game .. I said that I would be boycotting spaghetti and my PC friend wrote that I was a racist .. apparently because I was boycotting an Italian product .. His name was Bennie da'' nose Tortelli ... he never said a word about the Milan fans ... because obviously it's the Italians ingrained rite to be silly while attending sporting events ... but hey, take spaghetti in vain and Da nose explodes ... 
Lov y'all the gav.


Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Duel AR.Drone: AR.Pursuit the 1st augmented reality video game (Short ve...



Okay now I know what I want for Christmas.
Watche this really sick flying video game that apparently was made for budding young drone pilots.
It starts with dogfights in a hangar ...
and ends with 16-year-old pilotless drones in iraq.
Strap it in and feel the rush ... yáll.


Monday, December 13, 2010

The roof is falling ... the roof is falling

Snow FootballImage by william couch via Flickr
Piss on this .. we need a dome!
By Terrance Gavan
Okay so who builds a roof out of Teflon and why can't Minneapolis find a way to clear snow off of it even during seminal weather events?
I just came back from the Grey Cup in Edmonton.
Hand and Toe warmers de rigueur.
I watched a farce play out in Chicago yesterday.
When are the NFL and CFL going to realize that football was never meant to be played in the dead of winter.
It spoils the game.
It denudes an otherwise stunning ballet of its essential attributes.
Players hate it.
Coaches hate it.
Fans hate it.
And bull shit to dem dat say oh well, IT ADDS TO THE CACHET.
BULL SHIT!
We, the fans, mostly watch at home.
So we are snuggled from the freezing temps and the ridiculous sightlines.
But we get treated to the end result.
Unabashedly boring football.
If I was payin' 250 large to watch a catastrophe on snow I'd bloody well be asking for my money back.
We are playing the next two Grey Cups in BC and Toronna.
Domed sites.
The last two were played under gray skies on the frostbitten cusps of the prairies.
Bull shit!
We need this all to change.
Super Bowls in january are okay as long as they're played indoors.
But the playoffs are played on frozen tundras in Green Bay, Chicago, New York and New England.
It's piss poor football.
It's football redux.
Fumbles and interceptions and dropped passes.
It is not football guaranteed to provide the best matchup for the seminal Super Bowl event.
So I call crap.
Begin in the spring and end it on Thanksgiving.
College Football .. go figure it out.
They don't play off so who gives a shit.
Let em have at it in Hawaii on Christmas Day for all I give a shit.
Will I watch Oregon and Auburn?
Of course.
I'm addicted.
Thus the rant.
Next year I will be sitting in shirtsleeves in BC Place watching the Grey Cup play out in the pleasant confines of a temperate 22 degrees Celsius.
Three days before that I will be skiing my ass off in Whistler.
Lovely.
This year I had a bag of winter clothes, jackets, mitts, boots, gloves and mittens.
Air Canada charged me $35 for the extra bag.
I was frozen cloddish by the second half.
Let's get it together.
Play football in the sunshine.
Warm weather days.
Watch that flowing ballet break its pastiche across that lovely panorama of verdant green.
Pardon the Eruption.
But shit it's cold up north.


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Friday, December 10, 2010

Whose afraid of whom - anyway?


How Pat Summitt Ruined The Best Thing About Women's Basketball

How Pat Summitt Ruined The Best Thing About Women's BasketballFor girls of the late 1990s and early 2000s, UConn-Tennessee was very often the only game that mattered — the ponytail Super Bowl. Then Pat Summitt screwed it all up. Emma Carmichael explains.
In a kinder world, Geno 'n' Pat would be a sitcom about a bumbling male-female cop duo. Geno would cause trouble, and Pat would be very serious and by-the-book, and she'd occasionally trip on things. Alas, women's basketball is not that world.
It has been nearly four years since the two most successful programs in women's basketball, UConn and Tennessee, last played each other. For that, we can thank two most successful coaches in women's basketball, Geno Auriemma and Pat Summitt. They've kept up a selfish and self-defeating feud that's deprived their sport of a rivalry with enough cultural cachet to warrant its very own Wikipedia entry. Imagine if Federer refused to play Nadal, and you'll have some idea of the hole that's been left in the sport — one that is perpetually struggling for relevance. On its surface, the coaches' bickering is about Auriemma's allegedly relaxed approach to NCAA rules. That's just pretext, though. What really happened is that women's basketball adjusted with time and television contracts, and Pat Summitt never did.

Crazy as Batshit - nothing more need be said!


Wrestling Confronts The "Finger Up The Ass" Menace

Wrestling Confronts The "Finger Up The Ass" Menace

 A perfectly legal move has landed a high school wrestler in court, charged with a sex crime. What exactly constitutes the feared but misunderstood "butt drag?"
In theory, it involves grabbing an opponent's behind to gain leverage when in a ground position. In practice, it often involves a finger or two slipping into the anus.
It's in the news because a California wrestler has been charged with sexual battery after using the move on a teammate during practice. (Three years ago, another wrestler was charged with rape after doing it to six opponents. He was convicted and sentenced to probation.)
The controversy has led to a number of matter-of-fact quotes that are giggle-inducing, like one coach who says the "checking the oil" part of the move isn't encouraged.
To think I'd ever instruct my guys to get on the mat and practice sticking their fingers in their teammates' rear end, it's stupid and ridiculous," longtime Fresno State wrestling coach Dennis DeLiddo said. "A butt drag isn't sticking your finger up a guy's [rectum]. That'd be illegal. That'd be counterproductive."
Then there's the executive director of the National Wrestling Coaches Association, who clarifies "it is never acceptable to insert fingers into the opponent's anus (regardless of duration)."
It's quite the dark, brown cloud hanging over wrestling. They've really got to knuckle down and come up with a solution before the competitors take matters into their own hands. Fisting joke.
Send an email to Barry Petchesky, the author of this post, atbarryp@deadspin.com.
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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Shut up and play the game - the N-word and trash talk


Pardon the Eruption – Gav Sports Column

By Terrance Gavan
Trash talk.
Greg Walsh kudos! 
   I don’t think it was around when I was growing up.
   Trash talk is imbued with a certain efficacy today.
   It’s subtle as a jackhammer.
   It’s unpleasant.
   It’s the antithesis of sportsmanship.
   It’s schadenfreude taken beyond reasonable bounds.
   I’m not a big fan … even though my number one hero, Boston Celtics legend Larry Bird was apparently one of its most vile and loathsome practitioners.
   Peterborough hockey coach Greg Walsh is paying the price right now for his bold and singular stand against trash talk emanating from a game on Nov. 15.
   Walsh is sitting out an as yet undetermined suspension for pulling his team off the ice during a hockey game a few weeks back.
   Walsh is sitting because he wouldn’t sit still.
   He’s sitting because the trash talk aimed at one of his teenage players clearly overstepped the bounds of good taste.
   He’s sitting because of a racist taunt aimed at one of his players.
   A player from an opposing team called Walsh’s player, 16-year-old Andrew McCullum: “Nigger.” (Writer’s note: If we continue to use the N-word – as most publications do - as a replacement for what was really said it does a disservice to the process and the reader. It’s an ugly word. When it’s uttered in anger it should be exposed for what it is: Gutless, spineless, mealy-mouthed racism.)
   The word was directed at McCullum while both players were sitting in the penalty box during a Peterborough Minor Hockey Association league encounter.
   McCullum told the Toronto Star that both players “were chirping at each other,” when the opposing player upped the ante.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Birds of a feather - Cherry and Rob Ford

Rob Ford with puppetImage by Shaun Merritt via Flickr
By Seamus O'Bradaigh - Contributing Editor
I'm back in Cottage Country just in time to watch Toronto sell its soul to mass, crass, and wise ass commercialism - Christmas or new mayor Rob Ford; pick 'em - to a public much too concerned with the bottom line to notice that  Mayor Rob Ford is a few screws loose of a shelf.
Now we hear from Joe Fiorito over atTor Star that Ford - a football coach who apparently never ran a manmaker in his life (see rotund) - has asked our national joke Don Cherry to hang the chain of the city around one of his many necks in the official swearing in ceremony.

"So the mayor wants Don Cherry to hang the chain of office around his neck; what of it? Here’s what of it: The Clamshell is not Coach’s Corner.
Rob Ford is the chief magistrate of the corporation of the city of Toronto. He demeans his office — our office — if he turns the investiture into a sideshow.
The symbolism of these things is such that, if anyone is going to hang anything around the mayor’s neck, it ought to be someone who represents the people of the city. Cherry may be a fine fellow, but he doesn’t live in Toronto, shovels no snow in this city, pays no taxes here. His only currency is his chippy celebrity. 
Joey Fiorito a Toronto Star columnist with the pop and the cohones to call a freak show just what it is: a wild ride down the rabbit hole. 
When you get right to the nitty gritty these guys match up fundamentally.
They're both self-seeking, self-aggrandizing semi-literate goofballs.
Rob Ford is shady and Cherry is a failed coach turned ebullient jackass.
Ford campaigned on a dubious platform.
Cherry remains a dubious spouter of nebbish rhetoric, xenophobic balderdash and some very unsavory views on women.
Ford is a bully.

Hey Santa - what the hell is wrong with you

Memories of Christmas - Dad's favorite time of year
BY Terrance Gavan
Me old Da loved Christmas.
Trouble is.
Christmas was not overmuch fond of me old Da.
Chip and sway your way through the following video.
It's a short epic detailing the travails of a drunken Santa who's been celebrating the end of a long shift in an English shopping mall.
Santa Claus with a little girlImage via Wikipedia
Yes look at the nose and tell me please ... does this Santa like
a wee dram every now and then? Of course ...
but catch the video at the end of the blog for funny drunk Kris.
It's caught on CCTV and is apparently a short dally-dilly day in the life of a store Santa after a long long long day.
It reminded me of my dad.
Old Da worked in the civil service in Ottawa.
But he was jovial enough to play Santa.
And he did possess enough of an advanced beer belly to jiggle in all the right places.
He loved kids almost as much as he loved beer, Drambuie and several brands of vodka.
I took a look at this video and was immediately struck with a notion that if Da had been a Santa at Billings Bridge shopping centre ... who knows.
Dad died on Christmas Day in 1973.
People often ask how that Christmas Day was for me.
And I'm almost embarassed to tell them.
For 18 years I never knew where my dad was or if he would get home in time for supper.
"Where's Phil?" The question would elicit a veritable shower of response.
"He was at the Bytown Tavern this morning," "I heard he was in Queon visiting Lennox at the Gavan's Hotel." "Gordie phoned and they had a few at Angie's"
He usually made it home on time. But the excitement was always palpable.
So I tell people that the thing I remember most about that Christmas when Dad died on a bed in intensive care from liver failure.
That I knew exactly where he was.
He was resting comfortably in a coffin down at McEvoy and Shields.
he wasn't late for dinner.
But he was missed.
For you Da.
And in the spirit of altruism, love and bonhomie.
We present:
Party on Santa ... Safe home tonight!



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Thursday, December 2, 2010

Another disappointing Grey Cup – Jimbo Daley loses again

The Grey CupImage via Wikipedia
Oh No Saskatchewan! 
Pardon my Camera - eruption?
By Terrance Gavan
   Edmonton – The rather angry looking woman at the Grey Cup bag check station asked me what was in my Samsonite knapsack.
   I said what I thought she wanted to hear.
   “Absolutely no booze ma’am,” I replied, smiling my frosted butt off.
   “What the hell is that?” she said, scowling at my camera.
   “That’s a Canon camera, ma’am,” I said, still grinning, but now acutely aware that booze or no booze, she was not a happy camper.
   “How big is that thing on the front of it,” she queried, face rigid as granite.
   “What thing is that ma’am?” I asked.
   “Take it out and I’ll show you what damn thing,” she said.
   I took out my camera with the long zoom lens.
   “There, smart ass, the long white thing … what is it?”
   Now she was glaring and I suddenly felt a looming presence over my left shoulder.
   One of Edmonton’s finest, dressed in yellow, and riding a snazzy looking Cannondale mountain bike, saw the smoke sifting from the top of my bag checker’s noodle and decided to stop by for a closer look.
   “Answer the question son,” said the friendly cop.
   “That ma’am is my Canon 70-200, f4 zoom lens,” I said.
   “It’s too big,” she said.
   “The camera?” I ventured.
   “The camera, the camera, and that long white thing … it’s too damn big,” she said glancing up at the cop, who was now smiling.
   “What should I do?” I asked.
   “Well, you absolutely can’t take that thing out of your bag when you get to your seat,” she said.
   And I must have been smiling. Because she took a new tack, no doubt chagrined at my rather cavalier attitude.
   “You just try to take that thing out,” she said. “We’ve got security cameras all over this stadium and if they see you with that camera they’ll come and take it away.”
   “The camera?” I said. “You’ll take my camera away ma’am?”
   “No not me,” she said. “One of our security guys. They’re big. They’ll come to your seat, take your camera and you’ll never see it again. And quit calling me ma’am … it’s irritating.”
   “Is that true officer?” I said to the cop, who was chuckling and making a move to get back on his bike.
   “Oh, I could see it being a little irritating,” said the cop.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Dallas done - like dinner -

MINNEAPOLIS - JANUARY 17:  Jerry Jones, Owner ...Image by Getty Images via @daylife
By Terrance Gavan - managing editor PTE
Edmonton - Nov 25th - from the Grey Cup
Dallas past - once passing - now pissed - probably placid pssts of - please call jack Kevorkian ... we need an intervention ...
It was sad watching the band of mooks -  way up in the owners' skybox ... at that great phallic rumpproast that Jerry Jones built as a testament to America's Team.
I have no idea what they call that monstrosity.
Dallas Dung Bowl?
Cowboy's Lament?
Shit it's big, it's expensive, it's midl-life retro... so let's just call it what it is.
The Jerry Jones - Geez I must have one Fuck of a Small Penis Emporium.
They flashed to Jones's box right after Dallas took a four point lead over Drew Brees' NawLeans Saints this afternoon.
Jones and his cheesy chorus line of obsequious juke and jive jamalks were doing some sort of line-lap dance.
I think I saw some champagne hitting the Persian rug.
I saw Jerry's big schmoozie smile.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Brett Favre - Forrk please - he's done

Vikings.com Screenshot Featuring Brett Favre -...Image by DavidErickson via Flickr brett brett brett!
By terrance Gavan - managing Editor
I don't even know what I saw on Sunday.
I watched Brett Favre discombobulate slowly over a roasted fire.
Spun round a la rotisserie, the pregnant pause in a short hysterical rant.
Gulped and goobered by his old teammates.
Put Brett on the grill, baste often and don't spare the heat.
Baste that blubbered old soul till he's shoe leather.
The Vikings are imploding.
Teammates dropping the f-bomb on one another like it was slaughterhouse 5 in Dresden.
Brad the Sad Childress can't get along with his diva.
And why that poor grizzled mook is still there only god knows.
Brett and his sexting only serves to place a nice plop on a season whirling down a big drain.
I give up.
Brett was doing some math in his presser after the game.
here's the math Brett.
The whole has to be greater than the sum of its parts.....
and it's not.




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Sunday, November 21, 2010

Too cold for football - Play Cup indoors

January 2001. Kicker Lui Passaglia & quarterba...Image via Wikipedia
By Terrance GAVAN
The CFL needs to reset their thinking.
First we need to get the grey cup back to an afternoon start
And then we have to get it to venues that can support an influx of idiosyncratic fans from across Canada.
Some of us don't use anti-freeze.
And it gets effin cold out in Edmonton.
This time of year.
The cup should be played indoors.
Period.
I will be in Edmonton this year.
Freezing ..........
Because they mandate a 4 pm start and the sun is down.
So even when we luck out with weather like we did in Calgary last year ... We still lose to the nite sky.
BC, TO and Montreal should rotate until Winnipeg gets a dome.
And no.
This is not a wimp blog.
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Friday, November 19, 2010

The NHL is right – No one gets hurt in a hockey fight –Doh!

NEW YORK - NOVEMBER 14:   Sean Avery #16 of th...Image by Getty Images via @daylife
Pardon my Eruption ... but let's get real
Terrance Gavan
Apropos of a recent dust up between New York Rangers forward Sean Avery and Edmonton’s Lav ‘The Impalee’ Smid, fans, pundits and players are gabbing.
   “Avery’s gutless,” says one player.
   “He’s a worm,” says another.
   “Lemme at him … lemme, lemme at him … I’ll moider da’ bum,” spits Sylvester the Cat.
   “Edmonton Oilers defenceman Ladislav Smid didn't skate Monday morning at Millennium Place in Sherwood Park after taking a sneak punch flush in the kisser from New York Rangers antagonist Sean Avery Sunday,” writes the Edmonton Journal’s Jim Matheson. “He might not play against the Chicago Blackhawks on Wednesday.
Edmonton oilers, #5 Ladislav Smid, DefensemanImage via Wikipedia
   “While the Oilers aren't throwing out the ‘concussion’ word, Smid did take a ripping blow to the head from Avery and had to be helped off the ice at Madison Square Garden.”
   First, I couldn’t give a tinker’s diddle about Avery.
   Take a close look at the wording of the pundit.
   Matheson whispers the “concussion word” almost as if he’s trading freemason secrets.
   Grab a pair Jim.
   I saw it six times and I’ll guarantee that Smid has a concussion.
   The Oilers won’t open it up because of new rules instituted by the NHL to take care of players who suffered head trauma in the line of duty.
   Duty in this case should not include the delivery of an unimpeded haymaker thrown at the head of an unsuspecting combatant.
   It’s odd.
   The NHL policing concussions while supporting legalized pugilism.


Monday, November 15, 2010

Who CARES about the Cobwebs? Let's Talk about Beausejour Curling!!

Gimme a break, Shameless O' Braggart:
 
Who CARES about the Cobwebs?
 
Focus on teams that matters in leagues that matter. 
 
For instance, in the Beausejour Men's Thursday night curling league, the Pierce rink is poised to win its first game of the year tonight at the SunGro Centre in Beausejour.
 
That this is considered news of importance is rooted in the build-up of tension that has occured the past four Thursdays (not to mention a good portion of the last half of the 2009-10 season). "If I could just get my sweepers to listen to me, we would be fine," stated the skip, who appeared to be in a slightly metacognitive mood last Thursday after a last-shot loss to the Versluis rink.
 
"I make all my shots," he said, "but it's really hard to find good help nowadays."
 
The team's press manager also reported that two of the four curlers will be away, "indefinitely due to stress-related causes."
 
More on this tomorrow morning.
 
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A weekend of yadda yadda yadda

By Terrance Gavan - PTE Managing Editor
Okay so how does it feel to be Jason Garrett the erstwhile interim coach of the Dallas Cowboys.
You've won your NFL debut over a pretty fair team - New York Giants - and from William Rhoden in the New York Times some timely speculation about who's ultimately going to coach this team.
Is it Bill Cowher (former Steelers knock) or will it be the booth guy John Gruden.
Or, says Rhoden, it could be - and should be - former Colts' honcho Tony Dungy.
Yeah, so take the W while you can coach Garrett.
Cos apparently you don't deserve no frickin' respect.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Fighting should be banned in the NHL - Period

Another Youtube NHL hockey brawl - ain't it all just effin grand?
By Terrance O'Gavan - PTE Managing Editor

The Sean Avery sucker punch and the crap that follows is a disgrace and an embarassment.
So much said ín the space of this two minute video is exasperating and embarassing.
In no other sport in the world is such bullshit behavior rewarded  in such frozen terms.
Soccer?
Gone!
Football?
Gone!
Basketball?
Gone!
Baseball?
Gone!
Hockey?
Apparently it's just another day at the rink.
Sucker punches. Fights.
Kunckle-dragging pissant pugilists getting $1.5 million per annum for doing nothing.
Except answering the bell when another pissant knuckledragger like Sean Avery gets outta' hand.
Disgusting.
Uninteresting.
No talent.
Boring.
Humiliating.
And just plain ugly.
This is why hockey is not regarded as a sport.
More likely to be viewed as trailer park trash.
By the rest of the world.
We have removed fighting from all other organized sports.
In Canada we treat our youngsters to the You Tube extravaganzas seen below.
It's batcrap crazy.
I'm sick, tired and flummoxed by a sport that feels the sheer beauty of the game is not enough to draw fans.
So the league refuses to deaL WITH IT.
SPOUTING TIRED OLD DOGGEREL LIKE: We need it.
Players need it.
It stops the cheap shots.
It's fan friendly.

Yard Darts and Relative Dysfunction - Rev Donald Francis Gavan

By Terrance O'Gavan - PTE Managing Editor
Oh my .. what an awesome discovery - alcohol and
yard darts don't mix. Not my cousin Tom Proulx ...
but it could have been!
Reprinted from the Highlands Communicator some time ago
Okay, so some of you may remember yard darts.
It was a lovely little “fun for the whole family sport” which raged round backyards in the late seventies and early eighties. It was a staple at many family parties.
Yard Darts are 12 inches long with a weighted, pointy metal tip on one end, and three plastic fins on a rod at the other end. The darts were tossed underhand toward a horizontal ground target, where the weighted pointy end hits first and sticks into the ground. The target is typically a plastic ring. Less typically, but more or less frequently, dependant upon the level of alcohol consumption, the heavy, piercing, two pound projectile would find other, more entertaining, places to land. The family heirloom crystal punch bowl, Aunt Neddy’s unsuspecting 18-year-old Siamese cat, the windshield of Uncle Tony’s 1965 vintage Porsche or the newly installed $5,000 bay window on cousin Edwina’s solarium.
For those of you too young to remember the fun – since Yard Darts were banned in Canada in 1989 – it goes something like this. Picture a yard filled with a dozen or so semi-toddlers, 26 scrambling teenagers on summer hiatus from strict Ritalin regimen, eight doddering seniors, twenty to thirty middle-aged adults in erratic and various states of inebriation, three dogs, two cats and two teams of three twenty-something cousins, each with beers in hand, at opposite sides of the rambling yard. Now picture a brightly colored fire-engine-red projectile with a heavy metal sharpened tip whistling with whispered finality toward earth, from a 93-foot orbit, and into this cacophony of oblivious humanity.
Hasbro, or Mattel or whoever made the Yard Dart version of the game suggested placing the target hoops about 50 feet apart or “further dependant upon skill level.”

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Vitamin-fortified junk food – hallelujahs for techno cuisine

This is a deep fried Mars Bar - invented in Scotland
that hotbed of haute cuisine. It can now be fortified
with vitamin a, b, c and d ... anti-coagulants and anti-
cholesterol stuff. Also on the way - friendly gravy!
Bonbons, butts, buckshot and bullets – on becoming consumer friendly
By Terrance Seamus O’Gavan
Health Canada is investigating the efficacy of adding vitamins to junk food.
About time too.
Good stuff like potato chips, double-dipped chocolate covered cheese-puffs, and cotton candy have been taking some hard knockin’ raps of late.
Woebegone naysayers in Canada’s meds profession are already manning the ramparts, and calling on the organics cognoscente to fight this trending toward totalitarian technology.
“I think that almost certainly what it will lead to is the fortification of junk food, of highly processed food, that really we should be discouraging the consumption of,” says Dr. Yoni Freedhoff, medical director of the Bariatric Medical Institute in Ottawa.
Horse hooey. What a namby-pamby.
Relax and abate good doctors. The people like it.
Forget all that useless claptrap about apples and oranges, broccoli and carrots.
Forge ahead. Get with the program. It’s 2009 for god’s sake.
Your kids hate parsnips and pomegranates. They love Pringles, Pez, peanut brittle, and popcorn. Add a bit of Vitamin D, some Human Growth Hormone, a spackle of Vitamin C, B12, garlic, and testosterone to that 550 gram Mars bar, and voila!
Your compost and rubbish diet is fundamentally fortified with a mélange of anti-aging, cancer-battlin’, weight-wackin’, cold-crunchin’ and swine-flu fightin’ agents.
Win-win. Junk food crunched to healthy living.
The paradigm spins. Mottos move. A 21st century campaign is borne.
“A Snickers a day keeps your doctor at bay.”
And why stop there for god’s sake.
The good news is spreading.
The gun lobby is on board. Like Season Shot, an ammo supplier. Years ago they came up with bird shot made from oregano, garlic, onion, pepper and other spiced treats.
Check out Season Shot’s startling new ad: “Ammo with Flavor! Season Shot is made of tightly packed seasoning bound by a fully biodegradable food product. The seasoning is actually injected into the bird on impact … When the bird is cooked the seasoning pellets melt into the meat spreading the flavor to the entire bird.” Whoeeee! And it comes in a wide array of flavors.
Now, gun makers are jumping on board this techno train.
National Rifle Association stalwarts Remington, and Smith and Wesson, are even marketing a safe bullet. You heard me.
A spokesman for Remington, Cleveland Gusto, says that all of their bullets –even those flak-jacket piercing, cop-killing, tightly-wound titanium-alloy 44-aught loads – will now be injected and fortified with vitamins C, D and E, a broad-base antibiotic, and a full 100-milligram dose of Anti-Inhibitor Coagulant Complex, an agent that speeds clotting in trauma victims.
“Drive-by deaths are on the rise in North America,” says Gusto. “In an effort to help appease this upward trend in senseless carnage, we will now be using a beneficial clotting agent to give innocent bystanders, cops, firemen, and other collateral damage victims some extra time after receiving a typically fatal gunshot wound.”