Because he’s The Bomb.

Lots of Americans voted for an accepted variant of President, too.

As this story is about a Canadian city, it’s spelled “honour.”

My kid has a Coutinho and asked for a Salha for Christmas, which he did not get. And judging by the rumours of Real Madrid chasing him, I was probably wise not to fork over the bucks. I see Ian Rush is saying he should be valued at 200 million, which ought to be good for some shits ‘n’ giggles when the time comes.

Turns out he left it on a porch and someone stole it.

* medalin’

Not like the payday was for goal scoring, but I’ll take it.

This is one time where I would think a team named the Indians would be a good decision, but I would want them to win.

So the Aggies win and the Aggies lose. I think all bowl games would be better if both teams had the same name.

This continues to be the reason Christmas is my favourite day of the year.

“How to Make Gravy” by Paul Kelly. Not enough people know this great song.

When I shot for a paper in the ‘80s, I had a 300/2.8 lens and a 1.4 tele-extender, which was unusable in the rink where the Oilers played. The light was shit and spotty and so at f2.8, wide open, we had to push our film to ISO3200. So if you had a 300mm lens, you parked yourself in between the upper and lower decks on…

He had that tattooed on years ago.

The damage got worse after, as he fell down the up escalator for a half hour.

I once hit the ball within a foot of the cup on a par 3 pitch ‘n’ putt and lived off that glory for years, so you be you.

I scored one a few years ago as an adult. Put the ball high and when it was in front and still above the net an almost hurricane level wind blew that sucker right in. I of course made sure people knew I’d planned it all.

It’s what Darren Dutchyshen* says during sex.

Nope. After NAFTA came along and Mexico was added to the free trade deal, it changed its name to Hose-Eh.

Top shelf where mom keeps the peanut butter.