What's in a name? You tell me. And running into a Raging Bull
Okay, I can’t decide, I really can’t.
Remember how earlier in the week we were trying to figure out a name for Canada’s basketball teams and while I could come up with Canadian Shield, it was probably wiser to get you more involved?
Well, you did. Very well.
So well, in fact, that I’m not going to decide, we will as a collective since I culled five pretty good ones from suggestions that ranged from comical to classical to nonsensical.
We’ll give you the weekend to let me know what you think and by the time the men start their second round down in Argentina, we’ll have something to call them.
And who knows, maybe Canada Basketball will like it and we’ll get their blessing (you’re reading, right, Wayne and Michele?)
So, here we go and thanks, as always, for playing along.
Now, I don’t live in a rural enough area to see them very often, much to my chagrin, but it’s a pretty Canadian kind of thing, isn’t it?
Hearty Canucks portaging across raging rivers? Yeah, kind of sends a message, no?
A tad sappy, sure. But makes you think of home, doesn’t it?
Anyway, there are the five finalists that emerged, can’t say it’ll be an absolute democratic vote – not sure I’ll be able to count them all without missing one or two in what I’m sure will be an onslaught of comments but we’ll have a name by the beginning of the week.
Live it up.
Vote early but don’t vote often, I can get worn out reading ‘em all.
I love fall baseball, as some of you know. Teams in pennant races, more big games, sometimes there’s a nip in the air and it’s just a good time to sit back and watch a game.
But I have to tell you, if the Yankees and Red Sox take FOUR HOURS AND 21 MINUTES to play a 4-2, nine-inning game, that’s stretching the patience of even the most ardent fan.
I don’t know what baseball can do to speed up those games – the Sox and Yankees historically play 3-plus hours even on the most speedy of nights – but last night was shocking for how long it droned on.
A Grunt’s Guide to a Happier Life
(A new, every now and then game we’ll play here)
The cab driver will always tell you he knows where he’s going; don’t believe him until you give him the exact address.
How cool is this:
P.J. Clarke’s, a somewhat legendary saloon that’s been around since the late 1800s, is about a block away from the hotel and it was, as you’d expect, packed with the post-work crowd.
Well, I find a standing spot that happens to be right behind two of the early-leavers, grab a seat, watch start of Red Sox-Yankees and I’m right in front of the jukebox.
And I tell you, you don’t hear nearly enough of this stuff on a saloon jukebox.
If they’d had A Boy Named Sue, I might have expired.
Can’t tell you how much pressure was relieved from Canada with the win over Dominican Republic down in Argentina last night.
Sure, the players and coaches all spoke the predictable: How every game is big and they need to just try and meet the challenge right in front of them but having a win under their belts going into what would seemingly be the two easiest games of the first round is huge.
If they had had to beat both Venezuela and then Cuba it would have been a very tall order because I could see a team with limited offence playing a bit “tight” with lots on the line.
I still say it’s going to be virtually impossible to finish second overall but the win over Dominican certainly gives them a leg up on the chase for a top five spot.
Can you see a scenario where it’s Argentina, Puerto Rico and Brazil as the top three and two of Canada, Dominican and Venezuela fighting for the last spots in next summer’s tournament?
I sure can. And having a win over one of them under their belts has to be a huge confidence booster. And if they get Venezuela today (it’s a 10:30 a.m. start back home) it’ll be even bigger.
The mail’s way, way down and it’s Friday and there’s two days of mail to get through and I really need some help.
Speaking of PJ’s, a story.
Can’t remember when it was – had to be early 2000s – but there’s a whole gaggle of Toronto writers in town one time. Think the HOTH were in the post-season maybe, the pucks were somewhere in the neighbourhood and there might have been a big fight, too.
Now, we’re all huge fans of either his or Raging Bull and one of us – not me – seems somewhat smitten by Jake’s wife, Vikky.
Well, this fellow proceeds to tell Jake, in a rather polite but forceful way, that he wish that the boxer had stayed home and sent his wife, or at least brought her along so they could meet.
Not sure Jake was entirely impressed but no punches were thrown.
There are an awful lot of reasons I wish I was back in the country to kick off a long weekend.
One of them is so I could find out how many St. Lucians live in the area because you know they’ll all be out cheering on the football team against the Canadas in World Cup qualifying.
Speaking of, who you got in the big game?
Not sure who wins but I’ve got the over-under at a half.