That Christmas didn’t have the feel of “just another day” to it.
Not sure precisely why but there seems to have been a societal move away from it being a major holiday.
Remember when nothing was open? Oh, maybe one mom and pop corner store would open in the afternoon so you could run out and get batteries or milk or whatever but other than that, you couldn’t go sit in the coffee shop, you couldn’t get gas, you couldn’t do very much at all.
And you certainly couldn’t sit like a zombie and watch five – FIVE! – basketball games in a noon-to-midnight marathon that is so much overkill, it’s not even funny.
I kind of agree with Stan Van Gundy, who once famously tweaked the NBA for its determination to try to make Christmas at least a little bit about the sport when it shouldn’t be. He was – and I am – a bit miffed that families have be a bit disrupted if Dad or Mom have to go work at the arena selling concessions or taking tickets or whatever. I think the players would, if truth be told entirely, enjoy the day off rather than have to play and having watched more than a few Christmas Day games, it shows in the level of performance.
I understand, a bit, the need to worship at the altar of the almighty television dollar and the networks want programming that at least has a chance to take away from what could be family time, or at least private time.
But overdoing it so much has turned what could be a special day into just another in my little life. No way in the world I’d watch all that basketball, even if I could.
Shouldn’t tomorrow be a day to hang with the family and the loved ones, play a bit for the new toys you discovered in the morning?
I want it to be a “nice” day, not “another” day.
I’m not looking forward to my own afternoon’s Toronto-Houston-San Antonio flight; I’m not looking forward to dinner in a hotel lobby bar (wonder if they have turkey tacos at the RiverCenter?) and I’m not looking forward to disrupting Super Family’s life by rushing through what should be a relaxing morning to pack and get shuttled off to Pearson.
But those quiet days when you couldn’t do anything are gone; not sure they should be forgotten.
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A little CanCon Christmas?
You can have The Hockey Song all you want; Stompin’ Tom does the holidays and it’s cool.
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So it’s come to this in the idiocy that is junk food giveaways at NBA games?
Doug Collins goes into his own pocket rather than have his team disrespect the game so fans can eat something they probably shouldn’t?
Seriously, we see this so often in so many cities over the course of a season that I think the league should step in, tell its teams to stop this across the board.
I can’t imagine the money the teams get for these silly promotions is substantial enough that they’d miss it if it’s gone. And with a mandate from the marketing gurus in New York – and, trust me, they have to approve everything from in-game antics to music selections to the decibel level of PA announcements – teams could easily say they’ve love to do something like cheap food giveaways but they can’t.
Seems an easy solution, doesn’t it?
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A question for the ages:
Why do people behind the wheels of cars become total driving idiots at this time of year?
Was watching by a mall here on Sunday and saw four cars stopping traffic each way by floating into intersections and blocking traffic like seldom seen, saw one doofus go careening around a corner screeching tires and almost knocking over a pedestrian and then saw close to a fistfight over a parking spot when there was another one open not 30 metres away.
Isn’t this supposed to be the time of peace and joy and caring for your fellow humans? I understand impatience like the best of them – it is the one trait I’d love to change in myself – but this time of year seems to bring out the worst in too many of us.
It’s not like the mall is going to disappear or anything, it’s not like blocking traffic should make anyone feel any better.
Dopes.
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Obligatory Raptors note, just to keep some of you happy:
No, there’s been no update on Jonas Valanciunas. There were going to get him to a hand specialist on the weekend and, perhaps, seek a second opinion after that.
Doubt we’ll get anything today, either. I’ll catch up with them Christmas night in San Antonio and should have something then.
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Okay, here’s one?
Best part of Christmas dinner?
A true confession: I’m not big on turkey at all.
So …
Garlic mashed potatoes?
Sweet potato casserole?
Stuffing?
Dessert?
Me? I’m all about stuffing and gravy, the taste of savoury (an integral part of any good stuffing) and gravy made from the bottom of the roasting pan.
Doesn’t get much better than that does it?
We’ve never been what you’d call an adventuresome dining family at the holidays and that’s quite fine with me. No deep-fried turkey (pretty much a guarantee of a four-alarm, holiday-ruining blaze I’d suspect) and nothing out of the ordinary.
Just quiet times with loved ones, you know what to expect and it seldom varies too much and I’m all for that.
How about you?
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All right.
One more quick trip to Niagara Falls for a visit, a very little bit of last-minute running around to do, wrapping, packing for the road trip and then a search for It’s A Wonderful Life somewhere on the dial to watch this evening.

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