What a game?!

Another Saturday morning and I ain’t got nobody, I got some money cuz…the football is on the tube!! So off to the Dizzy for some footy! The doors open at 7:30am if there’s a good match (which in the dismal game of soccer, a good match is only in the mind of a true fan). Talk about dedication by a staff and owners to the illustrious game of soccer (I mean football) and the loyal patrons perusing the bar. The coffee is self serve which is always a good thing for Gratia the beautiful gracious one behind the bar. From the street, you can almost hear the cries of…lovely touch…Man U sucks…Go Arsenal! Then, around 5 mins to 11 the drooling for beer has begun! Pauly has been cooking these unforgiving soccer hooligans breakfast since the early morning, long before he should have ever seen the light of day, although cook it he does, and in fine fashion, as is all the food at the Dizzy gastro bar on Roncesvalles. Then at the half way mark of the game, I have passed by to hear the footy fans talking about the match outside on my way for a coffee, hearing such things again as…Man U sucks, Arsenal is having some bad calls go against them, and how soccer is the best game in the world. I suppose if you are a fan, you are die hard, as is any sporting fan of any game. But I have forced myself a few times to watch a few of these soccer games, and I mean yeah, the world cup is exciting but to be excited about watching two meanigless (too me) teams kick a ball back and forth for an hour and a half and then the game ends in a nil nil draw, and hear shit talk like… oh it was a tough match and how well one side played defense, and how the other side couldn’t get it going. Well I’m sorry but what a f*cking joke. Then while you’re watching the game there is a ghost kick in the shin and the guy is on the floor writhing in pain and medics come over, cart the pussy off on a stretcher and spray his leg with some magic dust (pixie dust for the little nancy boy) and two seconds later he’s up and running around! What kind of bullspit is that!? But as it goes, it’s you life, and your choice as to what sport you follow, or what sport you hate. But I’m sorry to voice my opinion on what a bunch of pussies these soccer, yeah soccer players are! I still love the bar, and love the food, and love the people, but their choices of sports, mind you, leave a little to be desired. From a local fan of all other sports including, paint drying, very similar to footy!

Don Cherry has been villified by the Motreal media lately for supporting the Boston Bruins on his Coaches Corner segment of Hockey Night in Canada. I must have missed the memo that free speech has been banned in our country. How could anyone think that the former Bruin coach, who has spent his whole career using terms like “could of been a Bruin”, all of a sudden switch his allegiances? The Montreal media also needs to be reminded of how Canadian the Boston Bruins are. From Shore to Schmidt to Orr to Neely, the Bruins have always been lead by great Canadians. The fact that Cherry wasn’t backing the Canadian based team shouldn’t really offend Habs fans or their media anyway. A good number of them would like nothing more than to have their province separate from the rest of Canada.

As the spring flowers bloom in Dixie, The Masters golf tournament always comes to mind. This year, like any other in the last decade, who will win is not the question on people’s minds, but will anyone beat Tiger Woods? At just 32, Woods already has four green jackets in his closet and a fifth could easily come on Sunday. He has been dominant early this year winning three of the four tournaments he’s entered. And at Augusta, home to some of his greatest moments, he will be tough to stop. A win this weekend will give him 14 majors, just four short of Jack Nicklaus’ record 18. A record he will be certain to smash. There is only one negative with the Woods reign; on the rare occasion he is not near the top of the leaderboard, the tournament is not worth watching. So this weekend, if someone offers you the field versus Tiger in a friendly wager, politely pass.