Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Remembering Pat Quinn

Pat Quinn joined the Toronto Maple Leafs in 1998
I came home for lunch one spring afternoon in 2006, heading straight to the living room to prepare my 12 o'clock routine. I turned on the television and flipped through the channels, searching for my go-to sports highlight package that recapped the previous night. The last few years leading up to that point were an on-the-fly evolution of sports fandom that defined my childhood. The days of Monday Night Raw and dressing up as Stone Cold Steve Austin for Halloween were over; my evenings were now spent watching hockey with my dad, learning the names of the stars that played the game, and dipping my toes in the waters of the other professional sports that made up North America. 

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Gold Standard: Americans suck, Swedes don't, and a flashback of 2010

How many frat parties is it gonna take to get over this one Kaner?
Ah, what a glorious week it has been. As I type this blog, I'm on a train from Montreal to London, savoring in what has been a splendid week in Quebec. The food, the wine, the memories created and spent with my lovely girlfriend, it was an experience that I will never forget. 

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The Canadian Trifecta: Canada's chance at cementing hockey dominance

Canadian porn
Once the NHL began sending its players to the Olympics in 1998, Canada has led the way with gold medal victories in Salt Lake City 2002 and Vancouver 2010, becoming the only nation to win multiple times. Now, with the 2014 Winter Games taking place in Sochi, Russia, Canada attempts to assert their dominance on the grandest stage, winning a third gold in the modern era.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Crow's picks for the 2014 Canadian Olympic roster

Since the NHL began sending its players to the Olympics in 1998, the debate over who should represent Canada on the biggest international stage has raged throughout the nation. Having four years to argue and over-analyze every single potential roster spot can have a debilitating toll on the masses, creating chaos and the potential for flying objects at the dinner table over whether you need the same amount of left and right handed shots...not that that's happened to yours truly...ahem...

With the announcement of the team coming this Tuesday, everyone and their uncle is giving their predictions as to who will wear the red and white in Russia next month. So, here's mine, less than 24 hours until we find out. 

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Blue Jays Super Blog: Ranting on a disastrous season in Toronto

Edwin Encarnacion (left) and Jose Bautista in the most beautiful pic I've ever seen
Photo Credit: Mark Blinch (@MBlinch)
I was in Cornwall, Ontario spending the week with family and relatives when the Major League Baseball season began. The majority of said week was me waiting for what seemed to be the most promising year of Toronto Blue Jays baseball since I was born -- 1993. Sportsnet was going overkill on commercials and specials, hyping everyone up and standing first in the lineup of Blue Jay supporters. "Stadium Love" became a popular song, which is sad because Metric sucks, but that's beside the point. Fans had looked at the off-season that had just transpired, and predicted that Toronto had a legitimate shot at winning the division. Vegas oddsmakers picked the birds to be the World Series favourites. It was the first moment in my lifetime that the Jays were as loved and popular as their fellow Toronto professional sports team, the Maple Leafs. Not only that, but the Leafs were in the midst of their first playoff appearance in nine years; the city was buzzing, and craving the success that had long been alluded in town lore. 

The day of the opener, I was driving home from Cornwall, hoping to dodge traffic and get back in time to see R.A. Dickey pitch for the first time in a blue and white uniform. Once I arrived, it was the top of the fifth with the score 2-1 for the visiting Cleveland Indians. Then, seconds after I sat down and watched my first at-bat, Asdrubal Cabrera crushed a two-run home run into a sea of Jays shirts and jerseys. The Skydome was silent. Dickey's face was stone. "It's only one game, it's only one game, it's only one game" was on permanent loop in every fan's head. Starting 0-1 means you can be .500 in less than 24 hours. 

Little did I know that beginning the season 0-0 would be the closest the team would get to .500 until June 21st.

If you were to tell the guy who drove home from Cornwall on opening day that, on July 30th, the Jays were going to be last place in the AL East with a 48-57 record, well...