I loved his spectacular catches on routine fly balls.

For context, we are having this discussion in a comment thread where the kicker is “[The president] doesn’t have to be the same as Hitler” a few days after white supremacists openly marched through an American city under Nazi flags, and killed somebody. Moreover, this was a reasonably foreseeable outcome on election…

“Would you like to take a symbolic stand against the rise of the far right? It will only take a few minutes out of your day”

These days I keep thinking about this post, and how so many of the staff were too cool to cast a vote against Trump. I haven’t forgotten and I hope none of you have either. And I will never click on another damn thing Pareene writes as long as I live, fuck that asshole.

How ... how is this non-review of a meaningless fluff movie 3500 words long.

The thing you’re worried about in cookie dough isn’t the raw eggs, it’s the raw flour.

I love seeing David Clarkson’s name in a trade, because it’s fun to figure out what kind of shenanigans the teams involved are trying to pull. Though it would be fun to see Clarkson try to drag his sad ass through training camp.

I’m a sucker for the classics.

A gold star to any team that does Who, What, I don’t know, Why, Because, Tomorrow, Today, and I Don’t Care.

This isn’t new. The Leafs (and Habs) demanded extra money when Vancouver joined in 1970; Harold Ballard’s Leafs nearly sank the NHL-WHA merger because they saw *all of Anglo Canada* as their territory. “Canada’s team” my ass.

The greatest irony will be to watch the last Canadian team get its ass kicked in the final by Nashville, while our letter writer (the not-bitter Habs fan) watches P. K. Subban win the Conn Smythe.

“Qu’est-ce qu’il a dit, câlisse? Maudit anglo.”

Chef’s Table could be my favourite hate-watch show. Did anybody see the one with Francis Mallmann, the guy who DOESN’T EVEN HAVE a fucking restaurant, he just goes around Patagonia digging holes and cooking food in them (while treating his acolytes and groupies like shit)?

Yep, he came over from the Devils in the Jason Arnott trade.

Apparently, even people in Ottawa don’t care about Ottawa.

I used to think this was ridiculous, but then I saw this interview where he and Ryan Whitney talk about old times, and Hall comes across as an irritating little shit. http://edmontonjournal.com/sports/hockey/nhl/cult-of-hockey/taylor-hall-on-the-edmonton-oilers-if-they-win-the-cup-ill-be-choked

I’m probably the only Oilers fan who is ambivalent about the Hall trade (ask me about the Lucic signing!). But a fun subplot to this playoff run is watching Oilers twitter split into militant Hall/Larsson camps complete with a Fancy Stats vs. Old Time Hockey undertone.

Lots of twitter doctors are saying it’s a broken femur.

With humour so mild, it’s like making fun of a baby.

If I can ask for my Christmas and birthday present in advance, it is for Toronto to go up 3-1 and then blow it. Which could happen!