Is that because there’s a copay with Medicare? The whole copay thing really threw us when we lived in the US, and were so glad we had excellent coverage through my wife’s work.

Google is your friend. I, too, was unsure. Turns out (unless she was a member of the Undergraduate Engineering Society), she’s from the Upper East Side.

Just the other day I listened to this great radio documentary about this story, with a very odd Canadian connection.

As opposed to a certain somebody who is stupid and orange on the outside, amirite?

No kidding. I was just thinking if NYFC was playing the only complaints would have been it’s too wide. “Can we move in the touch lines to make throw-ins a little easier, too?”

But nothing about French or bilingualism? I hope you’re embarassé.

And he wouldn’t mind if they race model cars in their hotel room. Hell, he’d probably join them.

You can make bank on that.

“You should add a couple of genuinely scary meatheads...” Maybe the Hanson Brothers can play soccer.

Messi can help. His feet are even more extra-ordinary.

And Trudeau is often the Shirtless One. By those who like him.

*Not that far off.

Yeah, but if we don’t worship her the lizard people will get us.

Asking as a Canadian: what is it with the fetishization of the office? Why do so many people think it automatically deserves respect?

Firefox on my Mac shows a little speaker icon on the bar where sound is. I only say this because I still can’t figure it out.

Here’s an earlier Globe and Mail article. I found it frustrating to read, as did my wife. A lot of wheels spinning, not a lot of clarity. So I can see asking for more before coming to a decision, although I will admit the article didn’t even clarify if it was the university or just bad writing and editing.

That’s because Nash, like me, hails from the Socialist Worker’s Paradise of Canada®.

I dunno about risking his career, but he did come out quite vocally for marriage equality in Ireland. That ain’t something most tough guy athletes tend to do.

There’s even a manual. And yes, it’s on my bookshelf. Something my wife regularly questions. But she doesn’t understand the joy of fresh air up your butt, of using leaves to wipe your ass, of the fear you feel when you wonder if they might have been the

In Canada we say he did a “Kevin Pillar.”