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Let's talk about the NHL starting something if might not finish…the Edmonton mountains…outing COVID patients…Blue Jays bursting baseball's bubble…Commish Randy's odd panhandling…the Bank of God…Rink Rat Scheifele and a box of Timbits…and other things on my mind
A Monday morning smorgas-bored…and today's post is brought to you by the letter 'C' as in cynical…
You'll have to excuse me if I'm not all geeked up about the National Hockey League reboot. First off, I'm not big on summer shinny and, second, I'm not convinced they'll be able to finish what they plan to start. Frankly, the whole idea seems more iffy than a date with O.J. Simpson.
Travis Hamonic
The Calgary Flames have already lost one of their top defenders, Travis Hamonic, who's chosen to sit this one out and stick close to his bride and kids rather than pursue the Stanley Cup in a quirky, made-for-TV championship go-round limited to two Ziploc locales—Edmonton and the Republic of Tranna.
Also bugging out of Camp COVID West are Mike Green of the Oilers and Roman Polak, a D-man with the Dallas Stars.
Meanwhile, Karl Alzner has informed the Montreal Canadiens that they'll have to do without him once the puck is dropped, although that shouldn't be too great a hardship for the Habs, since they did mostly without him last winter. Three of les Canadiens have tested positive for COVID and Max Domi's diabetes makes his participation in the 24-team tournament iffy.
In Boston, D-man Steven Kampfer has determined the health of his bride and child are more important than playing hockey in a risk environment.
Max Domi
And that won't be the end of it. More players—and perhaps sizable chunks of teams—will be laid low by the coronavirus once the lads commence their official pre-tournament frolic.
You think not? Then you haven't been paying attention to women's and men's footy.
Orlando Pride of the National Women's Soccer League bugged out on the Challenge Cup when six players and four staff were infected with COVID-19, while Major League Soccer sides Nashville SC (nine players) and FC Dallas (10 players, one coach) pulled the chute on the MLS Is Back jamboree.
Oh, and did I forget to mention that Sunday's Toronto FC-DC United skirmish was postponed due to positive COVID-tests?
That's not to say any of this will happen in the NHL. But it could, and I should think the possibility of a team forced to forfeit a playoff series in mid-stroke would give the puck overlords cause for pause.
But no. There's TV money to be made, don't you know.
John Tory
Some head-shaking natter from John Tory, mayor in the Republic of Tranna. Speaking with Mark Masters on TSN, Hizzoner Tory said this about the NHL hub bubbles in Edmonton and The ROT: "It's a big thrill for our country. That's a great thing for Canada. This is good news for Canada." Call me slow-witted, but I still don't get it. This is "a great thing for Canada" how? "I think it's going to be a big deal in terms of putting the city of Toronto and the city of Edmonton on the map across North America, so that's good," Tory explained. Terrific. The rest of the continent will soon discover what the rest of us already know—Edmonton doesn't really have mountains.
What the hell is wrong with Steve Simmons, Vol. 3,492? The Postmedia Tranna scribe is royally miffed because the NHL has the (apparent) bad manners to keep private medical records private. That is, names of COVID-stricken players are strictly on the QT. "Welcome to the NHL, where double secret probation is the standard," he tweeted the other day. "There is no social stigma to testing positive for COVID. It's happening to friends and relatives. But shhh don't tell the NHL." He then doubled-down in his weekly alphabet fart of notes, quotes and cheap shots, writing, "I can name about 60 players in the NBA, MLB and NFL who have tested positive for COVID-19. There is no social stigma for testing positive. With the see-no-evil ever-secret NHL, though, not a name has gone public." Again, call me slow-witted, but why the pressing need for names? Would outing players make anyone in E-Town or The ROT feel safer? Or perhaps non-disclosure makes the poor dear's job more difficult. I swear, Simmons has an upper-body injury—between his ears.
Cathal Kelly of the Globe and Mail also took a jab at the NHL's refusal to go public with COVID-stricken players, only his take wasn't quite so petulant. "If nothing else, you have to admire the NHL's cheek," he wrote. "This isn't a family of four being reunited after a long separation. It's a business asking Canadians for a special favour. And our reward for granting it is being told to shut up and leave them alone."
Jock journos who have difficulty with the little inconveniences in life need reminding of something Mark Bradley wrote recently in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution: "It's a truism of sports journalism that readers don't care what sportswriters endure to do what we do."
Travis Shaw
Thanks to Travis Shaw and Marcus Stroman, it's doubtful the Tranna Blue Jays will receive the okie-dokie from Trudeau the Younger to play the home portion of their Major League Baseball schedule in the Republic of Tranna, so chalk one up for brutal honesty.
If you missed it, the notion of being confined to quarters for the duration of an abbreviated MLB crusade is an irksome bit of business to Shaw of the Tranna Nine, so much so that he vowed to burst through the baseball bubble.
"We were told two weeks…not all summer…all summer is a bit much," he tweeted. "All summer isn't gonna happen. Not an option."
In a couple of since-deleted tweets, bubble boy Shaw mentioned something about an urgent need to go for a stroll (face mask included) and to suck in some fresh air, at the same time hitting a local eatery for a takeout order, then making a pit stop at his nearby, paid-for condo, presumably to change his socks.
Shaw has since delivered a mea culpa for his frankness, but surely it's a done deal: The prospect of ball games in Canada? Fuggedaboutit.
Former Jays pitcher Marcus Stroman, now with the New York Mets, provided the backup vocals, tweeting, "Guys are going to be walking around in full disguises." That wouldn't be anything new for the Blue Jays. They spent all of 2019 masquerading as a Major League team.
What's up with Canadian Football League commissioner Randy Ambrosie? First he approached the feds for a $30 million handout. Then it was $150 million. Now it's $42.5 million. Cripes, man, an auctioneer doesn't shout out that many different numbers. What we have here is a classic case of a guy hurling crap against a wall and hoping some of it sticks.
So tell us, Patrick Mahomes, how does it feel to sign a contract extension worth half a billion bucks? "I want to give thanks to so many people," the K.C. Chiefs quarterback says of his windfall, "but always first I just want to give thanks to God for putting me in this situation." Who knew there was a Bank of God?
Mahomes' new contract is 117 pages long. I've lived in towns that didn't have phone books that big.
Sad to hear that Eddie Shack is in a cancer care home in the Republic of Tranna. Always got a kick out of Clear the Track Shack when he was with the Maple Leafs, and I have a fond memory of playing on a line with him one year at Schmockey Night in the Old Barn On Maroons Road. As I recall, Ray Jauch was our coach that game, and he kept Shackie and I on the ice for the final five minutes, hoping one of us would score a tying goal. Alas, we failed. But we had fun failing.
Good to see Ken Wiebe back on the hockey beat. Ken left the Winnipeg Sun to scribble for The Athletic a while back, but he was among the victims of pandemic-related staff cuts. Now he's found a home at Sportsnet, scribbling about the Winnipeg Jets, and I doubt that he minds if it cuts down on his tee times.
Jeremy Senaris
Somebody's goose is cooked, or undercooked, depending on who you choose to believe. Rink Rat Scheifele of the Jets and his former personal chef, Jeremy Senaris, are engaged in a bit of a food fight, whereby the cook would like to lighten Scheifele's bankroll by $75,000, claiming the Winnipeg HC centre performed the kind of dine-and-dash that only filthy rich people can understand. Rink Rat, on the other hand, insists that Senaris couldn't stand the heat, so he kicked him out of the kitchen due to an assortment of culinary misdeeds that included undercooking meals, not serving din-din on time, and pretending a box of Timbits is health food. Apparently the dispute is headed for court, and we all know what that means. That's right, fat-cat lawyers feasting at the All You Can Take The Suckers For Buffet.
Add John Doyle of the Globe and Mail to the list of mainstream media types just now discovering that there's blatant sexism in sports coverage. Noting that both TSN and Sportsnet have dipped deep into the retro file to fill air time during the COVID pandemic, he writes: "They're reporting on sports that aren't actually happening and might—maybe, might—happen in the future. Meanwhile there's a women's pro-sports league going full throttle in a gripping tournament, which is blithely ignored. What do you call that blissful ignorance? Sexism, to be accurate." Never mind broadcasting the NWSL Challenge Cup games. TSN and Sportsnet don't even show the highlights. Sad.
Det. Danny Reagan, telling Sgt. Jamie Reagan what to do.
This has nothing to do with sports, but I must say that Danny Reagan of Blue Bloods is the most annoying character on TV. The guy holds the rank of basic gumshoe, but he tells his partner Baez what to do. He tells his sergeant brother Jamie what to do. He tells Jamie's cop bride Eddie what to do. He tells his sister ADA Erin what to do. He tells his sister's gumshoe Anthony what to do. He tells his boss Sid what to do. He tells the guys on the SWAT team what to do. He even tells his dad, NYPD Commissioner Frank Reagan, what to do. And none of them make him stay in his lane! At worst, they scold him, then he scurries away to save Gotham from the bad guys once again and growls during the family dinner.
And, finally, here's someone else who needs to stay in his lane—Donald Trump. In a recent tweet re pro sports outfits changing their racist names, the U.S. president wrote: "They name teams out of STRENGTH, not weakness, but now the Washington Redskins & Cleveland Indians, two fabled sports franchises, look like they are going to be changing their names in order to be politically correct. Indians, like Elizabeth Warren, must be very angry right now." Yes, team names are based on STRENGTH. You know, like Ducks and Penguins and Pelicans and Angels and Saints and Red Wings and Stars and Wizards and Cardinals and Blue Jays and two different pairs of Sox.
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About the Winnipeg Blue Bombers ending their manhunt…what's with all those empty seats?…already calling for heads to roll…Bo Levi's tired of hearing about Johnny Rotten…Kirk Penton's byline is back…Lefty Phil is a cheater, cheater pumpkin eater…red cards to John Doyle and Donald Trump…who is Robbie Williams?…Steve Simmons' alphabet farts…and Damien Cox blaming cyber bullying on the victims
I cannot survive in a 140- or 280-character world, so here are more tweets that grew up to be too big for Twitter…
It's easy to examine Winnipeg FC's first frolic of this fresh football crusade and file it under 'same old, same old' because, let's face it, Richie Hall's defence looked like Richie Hall's defence.
Which is to say, the Blue Bombers D-men couldn't stop a sniffle, let alone Mike Reilly.
Richie Hall
I mean, when it came down to the short strokes on Friday morning at Football Follies Field in Fort Garry, Reilly and his Edmonton Eskimos offensive accomplices gobbled up land like Homer Simpson working on a box of Timbits. They covered more real estate than the first settlers to bring their ox carts to the Red River Valley. You know, just like last November, when they turned a spirited argument into a rout by rag dolling the Bombers defensive dozen to the tune of 28 points in fewer than 15 minutes.
So, ya, when the Eskimos seized victory in the final grunting of the 2018 Canadian Football League curtain-raiser, it was like a recurring nightmare.
This was no ordinary skirmish. The game began on Thursday and ended in the small hours of Friday. It took them five hours and 40 minutes to complete 60 minutes of football. There were two lengthy, thunder-and-lightning delays that kept the large lads in their changing rooms, nibbling on munchies and chilling, for just shy of three hours. By the time the boys gathered to grab grass and growl for a third time, there was no grass to grab. The field looked like the Lake of the Woods. They could have sold cottage lots.
Chris Streveler
Thus, I'm reluctant to measure this match in any substantial way. Except one: Rookie Chris Streveler can play.
Although on the south side of a 33-30 score, Streveler provided ample evidence to suggest the longest manhunt this side of D.B. Cooper is over. The Bombers have found a quarterback.
Hey, I'm not prepared to say Streveler will make anyone forget about Kenny Ploen or Dieter Brock, but three touchdown tosses and some serious lickety-split in his stride are a noteworthy start. He could become the first in-house discovery to put his footprint on the CFL landscape since the Bombers brought Danny McManus north of the border in 1990.
Danny Mac
Let's just hope Streveler has more patience than McManus.
Danny Mac, remember, grew weary of holding a clipboard for Tom Burgess and Matt Dunigan, so he felt obliged to get out of Dodge and take his talents to the B.C. Lions after three seasons of mop-up duty in River City. Similarly, Streveler retreats to the backup role once the main man, Matt Nichols, returns from the repair shop in about a month. Nichols isn't going anywhere. He's only 31 and locked in through 2019. So, barring owies to Nichols, where is Streveler's opportunity to start?
I'm not saying it will be deja Danny, but I'm guessing that Streveler is inclined to become something more than a career backup QB.
Where did everybody go? Aside from the weather, the sourest note struck at the Bombers-Eskimos to-and-fro was the official head count at Football Follies Field—just 25,458. That's less than all but two home dates last season and 4,707 fewer than the 2017 home opener. It's also down 5,096 from the Eskimos' visit last August. Not sure if that downsizing has resulted in fretful, furrowed foreheads in the Winnipeg FC ivory tower, but it should. That's a lot of lost revenue.
I always find media takes on Bombers games interesting. A case in point would be the scribblings of Paul Friesen and Paul Wiecek in the aftermath of the Bombers-Eskimos joust that droned on for five-plus hours.
Here's Friesen of the Winnipeg Sun: "There was enough good in the marathon, 33-30 loss to Mike Reilly and the Edmonton Eskimos that it strangely felt like something of a moral victory for the Big Blue. The most important thing we learned is the loss of starter Matt Nichols for the first month might be survivable. With real victories. Not just moral ones."
Here's Wiecek of the Drab Slab: "How can a defence this good on paper still be that lousy on the field? The answer, of course, is that for all the changes made to the defence in the off-season—an upgraded secondary, defensive line and the addition of maybe the best middle linebacker in the game, Adam Bighill—the guys at the top remain the same, head coach Mike O'Shea and defensive coordinator Richie Hall. At some point, someone in authority down at Investors Group Field is going to have to figure out that the problem with this Bombers defence isn't the players, it's the scheme. It's a long season and there is still plenty of time for redemption. But at some point, if Hall cannot figure out a way to make a defence this good on paper play a lot better than that on the field, he has to go. And if O'Shea cannot figure that out, then he should be the one to go."
My take on those two takes? One game into an 18-game season and Wiecek is already writing about heads rolling? Tough crowd.
Bo Levi Mitchell
So, I'm watching the the Calgary Stampeders double down on the Hamilton Tiger-Cats, 28-14, on Saturday and I'm thinking, "Okay, how in the name of Joe Theismann is TSN going to make this about Johnny Manziel?" I mean, the Tabbies starting QB, Jeremiah Masoli, put up some handsome numbers before his singular d'oh moment sealed the deal. Johnny Rotten, meanwhile, never set a cleated foot on the playing field at McMahon Stadium. He was an observer, just like any lump sitting on a bar stool. Manziel was a non-story. Totally. Except TSN decided he was a story, with three headlines on the website main page and two videos, one of which featured Milt Stegall in a barking-dog role:
Manziel sits in Tiger-Cats' opening loss.
Masoli shines in Tiger-Cats' loss, keeps Manziel at bay.
What does Mazoli's performance mean for Manziel?
Sigh. I believe Stampeders quarterback Bo Levi Mitchell said it best in a chin-wag with Eric Francis of Postmedia Cowtown: "Any guy in the league that has already earned that respect is probably tired of hearing about him. That's just truthful."
So nice to see Kirk Penton's byline appearing in The Athletic. When he was among the small stable of sports scribes at the Winnipeg Sun, Kirk became the best football beat writer in Canada, give or take young Eddie Tait, who went from the Sun to the Winnipeg Free Press to his role today as scribbler of quality stuff at bluebombers.com. The rag trade lost two very good people when they defected.
It's all a big laugh to Phil Mickelson.
Phil Mickelson cheated, like a petulant, weekend hack. He should have be turfed from the U.S. Open on Saturday. Instead, he was allowed to soldier on after deliberately striking his moving ball lest it should roll off the 13th green at Shinnecock Hills in New York and add to the embarrassment of his inflated score. He then laughed, smirked and basically gave tournament officials and critics the finger, telling them to "toughen up." He confessed that he'd thought of doing this very thing on numerous occasions, even at the Masters. One can only imagine how the humorless men in the ugly green jackets at Augusta National would have dealt with Mickelson had he pulled his sophomoric, unsportsmanlike stunt on their pristine, hallowed grounds. I'm guessing he'd have been on his way home faster than you could say, "Y'all never did see Arnie or Jack doing that."
Christine Sinclair
My first red card of the World Cup goes to John Doyle. Straight-shooting TV critic at the Globe and Mail, Doyle tends to stray from his comfort zone and join the kids in the sandbox whenever he sees Ronaldo or Messi playing footy. And so it was that he offered this nugget of nonsense last week: "Christine Sinclair is the best soccer player, male or female, this country has produced." On a stupid scale of 1-to-10, that hits tilt! It's like saying Nickelback is Canada's greatest musical export. An argument can be made that Sinclair is our best-known soccer player, but to submit that she's our finest player is an insult to Dwayne De Rosario, Owen Hargreaves, Craig Forest, Jason De Vos, Alphonso Davies, Atiba Hutchinson, Alex Bunbury, Brian Budd, Bob Lenarduzzi and so many others who would dribble circles around her. Back to your flatscreen, John.
I keep hearing that some dude named Robbie Williams flipped the bird to a global TV audience while performing "a slew of his hits" at the World Cup opening ceremony. Should I apologize if I have to ask who Robbie Williams is? Seriously. Never heard of him until he extended his middle digit, so I Googled him and discovered that he looks like the personification of middle-age crisis.
Did you know that you have Donald Trump to thank for bringing the World Cup to a North American stadium near you in 2026? Yup. President Tarrif tweets: "Thank you for all the compliments on getting the World Cup to come to the U.S.A., Mexico and Canada. I worked hard on this, along with a Great Team of talented people." In related news, Trump also claims to have coached the Washington Capitals, played quarterback for the New England Patriots and will caddy for the winner of Sunday's U.S. Open golf tournament.
Randy Lee
Once again, I wonder if Steve Simmons reads the alphabet farts he produces for Postmedia Tranna before he hits the send button. I say that because of a tweet he posted on Friday after the Ottawa Senators suspended assistant manager Randy Lee, who, after an early-June incident, faces a charge of second-degree harassment for allegedly making lewd comments and rubbing the shoulders of a 19-year-old shuttle driver at the National Hockey League combine in Buffalo. "What took so long?" Simmons asked. Yet, when the CFL punted Euclid Cummings of the B.C. Lions after it was revealed that he'd been charged with two counts of sexual assault, one count of assault and one count of uttering a threat to cause death or bodily harm, Simmons wrote this: "Don't like the fact the CFL voids contracts after players are charged with a crime. Being charged is one thing. Being convicted is another. CFL shouldn't play judge and jury here with people's lives." So, let's see if I've got this straight: Simmons believes a guy who allegedly touched another man's shoulders and made lewd remarks should be out of work immediately, but a guy who sexually assaulted a woman and threatened her with death should still be working. Wow, just wow.
Melinda and Erik Karlsson
Interesting discussion on Hockey Central at Noon last week, whereby the natterbugs went off on the nasty social media spat featuring Erik Karlsson and Mike Hoffman of the Senators and their main squeezes, Melinda Karlsson and Monika Caryk.
The Karlssons have been subjected to the most vile bullying, including death wishes and accusations of drug use by Melinda and hopes for a career-ending injuries for Erik.
John Shannon wanted no part of the to-and-fro, but host Daren Millard and Damien Cox of Sportsnet/Toronto Star had at it. Not surprisingly, Cox made an ass-clown of himself, basically blaming victims of cyber bullying.
"I think the one thing about social media that we're learning more and more and I think all of us have experienced, you can only be cyber bullied to some extent if you allow yourself to be," he said. "If you go on social media, if you participate in social media, if it's something that's important to you, then you are vulnerable to that. If you say, 'I'm not gonna have anything to do with that,' then you're not as vulnerable."
In other words, if you step outside your house and get hit by one of the many stoned or drunk drivers on our roads it's your fault because you stepped outside your house.
"Erik and Melinda (Karlsson) are a brand, they have the right to be on social media," Millard said.
"They also have to recognize the dangers of social media," Cox countered.
And yet Sportsnet, which trumpets its anti-bullying/harassment police and recently dismissed baseball gab guy Gregg Zaun for that very thing, keeps putting Cox on their air. Wow, just wow.
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