Sorry I didn't get to yesterday's blog. Work and school ate up my leisure time, as our buddy Jon Montgomery would say: "brother's gotta eat." Anyway, I'll make it up to you today by providing a higher quality of pointless jabber. Actually, it probably won't be that good, but since you're already here, you might as well read on.
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Not that I'm a big fan (I voted for the onion ring), but props to Prime Minister Stephen Harper for putting the kibosh on Parliamentary debate over changing the lyrics to 'O Canada'. I think we can all agree that this is not the time, particularly when too many Canadians are still singing 'O Where Did My Job Go?'
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As if we needed further evidence as to why the NHL is widely regarded by American media as a sport for forehead sloping, mouth-breathing, knuckle draggers. Colin Campbell's refusal to suspend Pittsburg Penguins forward Matt Cooke over a brutal, and clearly intentional, shot to the head of Boston Bruin Marc Savard is indicative of an organization staffed exclusively by spineless weasels. I defy anybody who watched just one of the recent Olympic hockey games to tell me that it was not the most exciting hockey since the World Juniors. All games were governed by the International Ice Hockey Federation rules that, among other things, restrict head-shots of any kind as well as fighting. The NHL's ambiguous new rule for blindside hits, which will only go into effect next season, is too little too late for Savard who is likely out for the rest of the regular season. I guess someone has to die before the league decides to grow a pair.
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Speaking of spineless weasels, let's also add classless halfwit to Academy organizer Bruce Davis' title for intentionally leaving Farrah Fawcett out of the In Memorium segment of the Oscars. Also absent from the list: Bea Arthur and Ricardo Montalban (Khaaaaaaaan!).
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How do we know it's spring? Not the sunshine, the melting snow, the longer days, nope, it's the delightful aroma of skunk spray. Oh joy.
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According to unnamed insiders (aren't they always?) Tiger Woods' return to the PGA tour will take place in April at the Masters in Augusta. If you didn't already know, Augusta National is an uber-exclusive private golf club that (surprise!) does not allow women members. Probably a good idea for Tiger to maintain some self-control, not so much if you're trying to convince everybody of your renewed respect for women.
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Mathieu Darche is one of the best sports stories this year. Darche, a journeyman minor-leaguer, was called up to the Canadiens when the team's roster was seriously depleated by a string of injuries. Since donning the CH, Darche has registered 9 points with 5 goals and 4 assists in 19 games with the Habs. At 33, Darche could easily have thought his chances of making it in the NHL had all but vanished. His grit, determination and perhaps his wisdom have likely given him a chance to realize his dream to be signed to the team he grew up admiring. Darche reminds us that we should never give up on our dreams, no matter how unlikely, and to always be ready when opportunity knocks.
Have a great St. Patties weekend, enjoy the parade.
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