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Baseball's Blue Jays didn't make it to the World Series. They lost their best-of-seven series against the Cleveland Indigenous People. Who? you say. Well, I call them that ever since well-known Canadian Aboriginal activist Douglas Cardinal took them to Ontario court in an effort to prevent them from wearing their "Indians" uniforms and using "Chief Wahoo" as their team logo. I understand Cardinal's sentiments but I don't think teams like the Indians or the Braves or the Kansas City Chiefs for that matter are going to change their names unless it's voluntarily. And I whole-heartedly support a change from such offensive monikers. I'm not a big baseball fan but when Canada's team gets into the playoffs you gotta cheer. I'm more of a National Football League guy. And the NFL isn't without it's offensive team names. For example, how about the Washington Redskins. The Redskins started out in Boston in 1932 and they've remai...

Well, well, well. My American friends are putting on their expandable waistline pants, sittin' back and watching 3  football games in anticipation of a feast of corn, bread and eel. Well if you were one of the first celebrants back in 1621 you would be. And you'd be giving thanks the Indians hadn't killed you. Times have changed. With Gadaffi gone I don't think anyone's threatening to kill you these days. And eel is just so, well, yesterday. I wrote this last year. If you want to know what Americans are eating this Yanksgiving, read on.  Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends today. At least we Canadians know how to space out the holidays. Our Turkey Day was in October which gives us far much more time for Christmas shopping! Anyone having turducken this year? Say what? You heard me. Turd what? No, no. It's turducken. You take a de-boned chicken and you stuff it into a de-boned duck and then you stuff that into a de-boned tu...

In our house there's one day of the week that is special.  It's held in extremely high regard.  And we - well I do - anticipate it's arrival with reverence and awe.  And when it arrives my family room becomes a house of worship and the lord help anything or anyone that comes between me, my couch and my high definition big screen television -- unless she's serving chips and some liquid refreshment. Hey, c'mon, I watch it for the football. There is a high degree of worship on this day which begins when the television clerics take viewers through the contests yet to come and the combatants yet to battle each other and the skills expected to be displayed up and down the grid-iron in the form of throws, catches, kicks, tackles, touchdowns and the odd hail mary.  And the skill that is displayed isn't limited to the playing field.  There is also a laying on of hands upon a magical hand-held device and a worshiper must be extremely adept at switching between the ma...