A weekend on the run

Draftmas, hockey division, is looming. You’re on the clock with your first-round fantasy league pick. Who do you take – Heatley or Spezza?

And on the subject of fantasy sports, are you ready for some of this?

Some other notes cobbled together from over the weekend begin with the Argos, who way back when on Friday vanished like that jackrabbit into the Prairie night. What if the Argos got the kind of scrutiny the Leafs receive? Where would the blame start after this one?  Kent Austin’s play-calling? An offensive line that had Olderthanmethuselah (let's call him OTM from now on) barely surviving the night, he was so harried? A defence whose critical penalties at the end of the first half helped set up the Riders’ comeback as much as Austin’s play-calling? I think Pinball Clemons said it best:

"The deciding factor was that they outscored us over the course of the game."

Yeah. Funny how it usually works that way.

Oh, the Presidents Cup is over, having proved that yes, Fred Couples can still swing a mean mashie.

The Indy Colts won again -- with defence. Wish they had have told us they'd be doing this before the football version of Draftmas came and went.

I know that TV football announcers have it hard, what with all that air to fill. But how did this one from Steve Tasker slip through quality control? "It's always funner when you win."

The Jays are heading into Boston now, getting a second up-close look at a team involved in a real, live pennant race. Less than a week to go, and it looks like this: Yanks and Boston tied; Chicago up by 2 1/2 over Cleveland; LA Angels almost home and cooled out; wild-card: Indians hanging in, a half-game up on Boston and NY.

Oh, and yesterday 10,000 skinny, sweaty, stinky people took over the downtown, and we’re not talking about Word in the Street. This was the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon -- you can read Donovan Vincent’s report here. As one of the 10,000, I won’t bore you with a blog post – is there anything duller than a runner talking shop to a non-runner? -- except to relate a perfect moment half an hour before the starting horn went off, when an older Sikh fellow with a number pinned to his shirt stopped to chat. “Tell me,” he said. “How long is this marathon?”

On the PVR: Curb Your Enthusiasm, season premiere. Okay, ever since that episode in Dodger Stadium, this qualifies as sports. Sort of.

Comments

[Uhclem]

"is there anything duller than a runner talking shop to a non-runner?"

Yes. Two runners talking shop in front of a non-runner. Been there, dozed through that.