We Canadians find this parsing almost tooth-achingly cute. I imagine much of the rest of the world feels the same way.

Thanks. He and his brother both. Parents always worry about how they’re going to turn out, but really, in most cases things work out well. This ignores the fact that sometimes I want to throttle him. Just like my dad likely wanted to do to me, and on down the line. But he’s a much better person than I could have hoped.

The last one reminds me (as if I need reminding) that I have two boys with the same allergies. The older one was working at Montana’s as a host last year and two women came in for dinner, one in her 50s or 60s (I find, like most teens, he doesn’t discern age too well), the other late 20s. After dinner they had…

Speaking as a diehard Liverpool fan, if Spurs’ Eriksen had actually been able to do something right with that Harry Kane doink over the top, that (potential) first goal of the year could have been the goal of the year. But he couldn’t, and as bad as we looked for long stretches, at least we didn’t have to rely on the…

My son was a dishwasher. Luckily not him, but a coworker got very badly sliced when someone wasn’t paying attention and put the knives into the tub point up instead of down. Dirty, soapy water, reach in fast because you’re under time pressure, presto, instant red water.

I think the sports guy on the videos says (but it’s cut off between 1 and 2) is that the ref had them do this, which is wrong. The ref can’t tell a player or a team to do this. He can suggest it, of course, but they don’t have to follow through. I recall a few years ago one player on a team refusing to go along with…

Glad to see my fellow Canadians are equally in the dark. But I’m worried we’re falling behind the US in the Vegetable Metaphor Arms Race. However, “hid the fiddlehead” seems inappropriate right now.

I view it as progress that the only thing I’m unsure of here is what the hell “peeped the lettuce” means.

I’ve said this elsewhere, but doesn’t Gawker Media have a style guide you can refer to, something that tells you “lead” isn’t pronounced like the metal. It’s pronounced to rhyme with “bleed.” What you’re thinking of, when a manager leads his club but in the past tense, is “led.” Please stop making my teeth hurt.

Grierson & Leitch is not the name of my next rock band.

Page 37 of the FIFA Rules of the Game: “An indirect free kick is awarded to the opposing team if a goalkeeper, inside his own penalty area, commits any of the following four offences:” and one of the fouls listed is “touches the ball with his hands after it has been deliberately kicked to him by a team-mate.” So no,…

I’ve not been an anime fan (although I am a huge Ghibli fan), so I haven’t seen this, but will have to watch it. I’m reminded though of taking a coach to Narita in 1980 so we could fly back home and - we were told this was SOP then; I have no idea if things are the same these days - we had to stop so two Japanese…

I don’t see what the fuss is. Like the vast majority of American books (shows, movies, articles, mindsets) this is about America. I mean, it pays lip service to the “Earth” and mentions “African ancestors,” but really, it’s just US-centric. And that’s cool: he’s American, he’s writing primarily for a US audience (or…

In the meantime, Altidore’s game with TFC is on in the 2nd half. Who will tell him Simon Phoenix scored the second goal?

Maggie Thatcher (with a black eye) is in profile on my bathroom floor tiles. Sometimes, though, she morphs into a bear.

You missed “Why is the fridge door handle/light switch/door knob sticky?” Also, even though my boys are 19 and 16, many of these still stand. So consider that a warning.

I can’t find it online, but watching the highlights this morning, one of Evans’ teammates came up to him while he was sitting on the bench after making the play and rubbed his tummy. Deadspin reader?

My wife was talking to me when this happened. My yelling and swearing at Larin put a stop to that (momentarily) and freaked out the dog. And then I ranted, stomping around the room, cursing the soccer gods and Larin’s suddenly-defective right foot and even more suddenly-defective brain. And then I yelled about how one…

I was at the opening match in Edmonton and loved the energy, the crowd, how many Chinese fans were there, and the decent mixture (from what I could hear from snippets of conversations) of knowledge, love, and interest about the game. Then I went to the bronze medal game, and saw decent-sized groups of Germans and…