Well, Jacob and I have returned from our excellent Ontario adventure. I hope we managed to brighten his grandma's spirits. Let's face it, that kid could cheer up a .................a.............Rider fan?
Speaking of which, what the hell was that on Saturday night? I know they were honouring the fellows that won the Grey Cup for Saskatchewan 40 years ago, but did some of them suit up for this weekend's game as well? My gawd, the defense looked utterly inept! And the offense disappeared during the 3rd quarter, while Kerry Joseph did his best Nealon Greene imitation. Yikes! That's two embarassments out of three games this season. Not impressive.
Did anyone in Regina notice the World Cup was on? Granted, there are a "few" more Italian (and Portugese) folks in Ontario, but I couldn't get over the disparity. Soccer (while growing fairly quickly) is still in it's infancy on the Prairies; light years behind other parts of the country. Too bad, it really was fun watching the games with such rabid fans.
Now, it's back to prairie living. With a football team that is stumbling around like Uncle Albert on a three-day bender. Good times, good friggin' times...
Oh, and it was especially pleasing to find all the electronic clocks in the house blinking at me upon my return this evening. Gotta love that government-run power company. SaskPower: Offering you third world service at first world prices!
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