I don't know how it happened, but we missed one this morning -- Martha Burk (remember her? Think hard now. Think, The Masters. Hootie. Ding! Now you got it). The chairwoman of NOW doesn't like the NHL's new ad campaign:
"The woman is dressed provocatively and when she asks the player if he's ready, it's a double-entendre in my view. She's in the ad as a groomer, a sex object."
I haven't seen the segment yet, and wasn't really planning on it, but I'm sure to now -- hope it's work-safe. But I've got a problem with the ad campaign already. It's that My NHL slogan. Surely we can come up with a better one before this weekend is up (from puckupdate, via Deadspin -- Thanks, folks).
And to join in my collection of bobbleheads, I so want this, Santa: A Wayne Rooney action figure.
We're watching: It's the weekend so it's PIP time. Tonight, it's the Jays at the hated Yankees (7 p.m., Sportsnet), cutting into and leading to Argos at the Green Riders (9 P.M., TSN) -- actually, they're the only Riders now. Saturday it's the Leafs in Montreal (7 p.m., Leafs TV) and the unbeaten B.C. Lions at Edmonton (7 p.m., CBC; still trying to figure out the soundtrack for this one -- suggestions?). Sunday, we'll hold our breath and hope that one of those 4 p.m. NFL games (Patriots at Steelers; Randy Moss at T.O.) actually holds our attention.
We're not watching: 2003 World Series of Poker (ESPN Classic, Saturday, 7 p.m.). I love this station because you never know what you're going to get -- the 1984 Samoan Crab Wrestling Finals, say, or a Brian Bosworth retrospective. I'm a sucker for those old Sports Hot Seat shows, too, with Pat, Wilbur, John Wells and the late, great Jack Donohue on a set that looks like it's going to fall over if anyone breathes too hard. Now that's CLASSIC. But poker? From 2003?