Yesterday I took my filled-out forms and old Canadian passport to UPS, and planned to ship it to renewal headquarters in Quebec to get a new one (please no riots, please no riots). After a healthy wait in line, the guy had me filling out forms like I was filing for citizenship, not just sending documents for proof of it. And then this:
Yeah, there’s a lot of paperwork, man. The Canadian border people can be a little facetious.
Still struggling to imagine what he thinks “facetious” means.
Aside from the Hockey Greats Fantasy Camp that my Dad, brother and I run (which is partly for charity, partly for us to hemmorhage ungodly amounts of money into), I have another event to promote:
For those of you in Kelowna, BC (my hometown), my brother is putting on a beer and burger charity event (100% of money is donated) for Spinal Cord Research, through the Rick Hansen Foundation.
Last year, Josh Gorges and his buddies were a part of it, and will be again this year. It’s $20, which gets you a burger and two beers, there’s an auction with some sports memorabilia, and it’s at Sturgeon Hall Pub June 12th. Last year Ryan Cuthbert bought a cherry pie for $150, just so you know what you’re getting into. There’s already not many tickets left, so hit him up at email@example.com if you want some.
Tell him I sent you…. and you’ll get absolutely nothing free, cause it’s for charity, tightwad
Today’s links: My column for Puck Daddy on what PLAYING IN A GAME SEVEN is like. It’ll probably run around 4 EST. There should be a second one later in the evening if you care to check back then, I just need to create that one still.
My column for Hockey Primetime on WHY THE TIME A GAME STARTS AT MATTERS, which is an odd topic, but I just loved playing day games.
I’ve decided Brian Burke is “Kenneth, the bad-ass mail clerk with the heart of gold” from Family Guy. Not sure if you remember him (couldn’t find video), but here’s the transcript of his brief cameo:
Peter: Yeah. The new owners gave everyone raises. Even Kenneth, the bad-ass mail clerk with the heart of gold.
[cut to mail room]
Peter: Hi, Kenneth. Hey, did I get any mail?
Kenneth: No! And if you come any closer, I’ll cut you!
Peter: Okay! Okay! Man, what a bad-ass!
Man: Yeah? Well that bad-ass just gave half his paycheck to orphans. Orphans with diseases!
[cue sentimental instrumental music]
They’re over. They’re just so utterly over.
I hate being “that guy” before the fat lady sings, but what am I supposed to say? I just can’t see either team – Montreal or San Jose – winning four of the next five games against their (more talented) opponents. They could steal a game or two, sure, but I just can’t fathom a way in which they could climb all the way out of the well.
You know what’s an effed up, crazy, please-don’t-ever-let-this-happen possibilty?
We see three straight sweeps, and never see a team push back in a series. Both teams sweep their way to the finals, and Chicago sweeps Philly. It would be pretty ridiculous, but too many upsets on one side throws things all outta whack.
Here’s to hoping for Montreal and San Jose wins tonight.
Thanks for your patience! Too many outlets, not enough time these days!