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Let's talk about goals and lumps of coal in the toy department
Sports Santa arrives on the morrow and he's given us a sneak peak at what he has tucked inside his bag, so let's see if it's Goal or a Lump o' Coal for the good and not-so-good girls and boys in the toy department of life…
GOAL: If at first you don't succeed…get it right in an extra end. And that's what Kerri Einarson and her Buffalo girls—Val Sweeting, Shannon Birchard, Briane Mielleur, Jennifer Clark-Rouire, coach Patti Wuthrich—did to win the Scotties Tournament of Hearts in Moose Jaw. Kerri had a chance to end it all in the 10th end of the title match vs. Rachel Homan and her Ontario group, but she was heavy with her last-rock draw to the four-foot. She got the job done in the 11th, though, sliding her final stone to the button for an 8-7 victory and the Canadian women's curling championship.
LUMP O' COAL: The year 2020. Seriously. Someone needs to give it a good, swift kick to the groin, and it's not too late.
GOAL: Connor Hellebuyck won the Vezina Trophy as top goaltender in the National Hockey League, putting a bit of shine on an otherwise empty season for the Winnipeg Jets.
LUMP O' COAL: Sportsnet was guilty of a blatant double standard when it allowed Elliotte Friedman to repeatedly appear on Hockey Night in Canada with a ghastly, unruly beard that made him look like he'd been sleeping under a bridge for three months. No chance a female broadcaster would be allowed on camera with a head of hair that looks like a cluster of dead animals.
GOAL: The Winnipeg Sun celebrated its 40th anniversary, not bad for a sheet that wasn't supposed to last much longer than a pint of beer in front of Chris Walby.
LUMP O' COAL: 50 Below Sports + Entertainment ignored provincial health rules and allowed Winnipeg Freeze and Winnipeg Blues of the Manitoba Junior Hockey League to practice outside the city. So make that two lumps o' coal, one for 50 Below bossman Greg Fettes and the other for bossman Matt Cockell.
GOAL: The good ol' boys in NASCAR banned the Confederate Flag from race sites. Full sets of teeth, corn squeezin's and MAGA caps remained optional.
LUMP O' COAL: Mike Milbury, Brendan Leipsic, Thom Brennaman, Cris Collinsworth, Brett Hull, Evander Kane spewed sexist, racist and/or homophobic slurs. Come on, guys. We're 21 years into the 21st century, and that language just doesn't cut it.
GOAL: Katie Sowers became the first female to coach in the Super Bowl, albeit in a losing role with the San Francisco 49ers, Kim Ng became the first female GM of a Major League Baseball team, Alyssa Nakken became the first uniformed female to coach on-field in MLB, Kathryn Nesbitt became the first female to referee in a Major League Soccer championship match, and Sarah Fuller became the first female to play in an NCAA Power 5 men's football game.
LUMP O' COAL: Canadian Football League commissioner Randy Ambrosie went panhandling on Parliament Hill, asking PM Trudeau the Younger for anywhere from $30 million to $150 million in welfare to get Rouge Football on the field during the COVID-19 pandemic. Trouble was, he failed to receive input from the Players Association, and the feds were not amused. Commish Cap-in-Hand was spurned repeatedly, and the CFL finally fell off the grid when Trudeau the Younger batted away his final Hail Mary beg in early August. Thus, there was no season, no Grey Cup week. Just a whole lot of radio silence from the commish.
GOAL: Kid curlers Jacques Gauthier and Mackenzie Zacharias joined Einarson in bringing more glory to Manitoba with their world junior championship wins in Russia.
LUMP O' COAL: Damien Cox and the Exalted Guardians of the Lou Marsh Trophy at the Toronto Star. The Marsh trinket is supposed to honor Canada's athlete-of-the-year, except Cox and Co. don't invite jock journos west of the Republic of Tranna to the top-jock party. Well, okay, that's not quite true. They granted a voice and a vote to four news snoops from the colonies. That would be four out of 37 voices and votes. How gracious of them.
GOAL: O-lineman Laurent Duvernay-Tardif walked away from the Super Bowl champion Kansas City Chiefs and millions of American dollars to fight the good fight against COVID in long-term care homes.
LUMP O' COAL: TSN named its all-time Winnipeg Jets roster and didn't include the great Lars-Erik Sjoberg among the top six defencemen. But wait. The geniuses declared The Shoe to be the franchise's "foundational" player. Sigh. That's like telling Jesus he has to sit at the kids' table for the Last Supper. Neither the original Jets franchise nor the second coming knew a better blueliner than The Shoe.
GOAL: Paul Friesen of the Winnipeg Sun and Jeff Hamilton of the Drab Slab showed us their fab journalistic chops with fab features. Freezer relived the Winnipeg Blue Bombers 2019 Grey Cup championship with a nine-part series, while young Jeff took a deep, deep dive into the dark and sordid world of disgraced sexual predator and former hockey coach Graham James.
LUMP O' COAL: Mainstream jock journos, shinny division, held a group pity party when the NHL revealed it wouldn't make public the various owies suffered by players during the summer made-for-TV playoff tournament. It was as if they'd been ordered to gather in a small room to watch an Adam Sandler movie marathon, or listen to Barry Manilow's greatest hits 24/7.
GOAL: Various sports franchises played the name game, including the CFL team formerly known as the Edmonton Eskimos, the NFL team formerly known as the Washington Redskins, and the MLB team to be named something other than Cleveland Indians. We still don't know what any of them will be called, but it's believed the animal kingdom has the inside track and they can only hope the people at PETA don't have a beef with any new names.
LUMP O' COAL: Former NBC Sports hockey gab guy Jeremy Roenick went on a podcast to declare his admiration for a co-worker's "ass and boobs" and mentioned something about three-way sex with his wife and the co-worker. He was promptly punted. But wait. There's more. Rather than go quietly into the night, Roenick decided to kick up a legal fuss and sued NBC Sports for wrongful dismissal, claiming discrimination based on his sexual orientation. His argument: If he was a gay man and said the things he said, he'd still have a job. But because he's a straight man, he's out of work. Ya, good luck with that, hetero boy.
GOAL: Sue Bird of the Seattle Storm won her fourth WNBA title and became engaged to soccer diva Megan Rapinoe, while another gay woman, triple jumper Yulimar Rojas of Venezuela, was named female athlete-of-the-year by World Athletics.
LUMP O' COAL: Bryson DeChambeau spouted off about Augusta National prior to the Masters in November, boasting that it would be a pitch-and-putt course for him while the mere mortals on the PGA Tour would be playing to par-72. "I'm looking at it as a par-67 for me," he said. In that case, DeChambeau shot 18-over par with rounds of 70-74-69-73, which left him tied for 34th, 18 swings behind winner Dustin Johnson and one behind 63-year-old Bernhard Langer.
GOAL: It was girl power on Sportsnet in March, when an all-female broadcast crew worked a Calgary Flames-Vegas Golden Knights skirmish on Hockey Night in Canada. Leah Hextall handled the play-by-play call, Cassie Campbell-Pascall delivered color commentary and Christine Simpson was rinkside. Question is: Was it a one-off, or will they be back?
LUMP O' COAL: Justin Turner of the Los Angeles Dodgers was yanked from the deciding game of the World Series due to a positive COVID test, but he returned to join his teammates in an on-field celebration and removed his mask. MLB chose not to punish Turner for allowing his bare face to hang out and expose L.A. players and hangers-on to the virus, so it gets a lump o' coal, too.
GOAL: Zamboni driver David Ayres took over the blue paint for the Carolina Hurricanes one night in the Republic of Tranna, and the emergency goaltender beat the Maple Leafs. Not since Sid Crosby and Nathan MacKinnon pulled into the Tim Hortons drive-thru has a Zamboni driver received so much attention.
LUMP O' COAL: Rudy Gobert of the Utah Jazz thought COVID-19 was a big joke, so he mocked news snoops about the virus at a press session. A couple days later, he tested positive and the kibitzing stopped. As did the NBA and the rest of the sports world.
GOAL: Our leading lady of soccer, Christine Sinclair, became the top goal-scorer of all time in international fitba. She finishes the year with 186, and there might be more to come if the women get back on the pitch in preparation for the Tokyo Olympics.
LUMP O' COAL: Novak Djokovic, who wears a tin-foil hat and might lead the sports world in hissy fits, ignored scientific and medical advice and staged a mini-tennis tour when almost all sports had shut down due to the COVID pandemic. Social distancing was ignored by players and fans, and the Joker was one of four players to test positive. The final tourney was canceled. Later, he was ushered out of the U.S. Open tennis tournament for whacking a lines judge in the face with a ball. What a doofus.
GOAL: Rafael Nadal won his 13th French Open title and his 20th tennis Gran Slam, at the same time running his career record at Roland Garros to 100-2.
LUMP O' COAL: Steve Simmons of Postmedia Toronto spent much of the year shaking his fists and shouting at clouds, as is his wont, and he reserved his most ignorant hit pieces for PM Trudeau the Younger and the National Women's Hockey League expansion franchise in the Republic of Tranna. He claimed Trudeau had "let us down again" by permitting the Blue Jays "to play their home games this summer in Toronto. That is beyond stupid." He later doubled down, calling the decision "beyond ridiculous." Except Trudeau and the feds never gave the Jays the okie-dokie to play in the Republic of Tranna. In fact, he told them to pack their bats and balls and find a home in the U.S., which they did in Buffalo. Meantime, Simmons assailed the NWHL when it would add a team in The ROT. "You don't gain credibility by announcing a team with no name, no place to play and no big-name players," he harrumphed. He also noted there was no team logo. "When you have all that in place, then make the announcement. The press release referred to the expansion team as a 'first-class team of professionals.' Time will answer that, but the new Toronto Whatevers are not off to a great start." Except he had no such harsh words for the NHL when it introduced expansion franchises in Las Vegas and Seattle. They were introduced without team names, without team logos, and without big-name players. They were the Vegas and Seattle Whatevers for two years. So let's see if I've got this straight: If women do it, bad; if men do it, cool. I believe we can file that under subtle sexism.
And, finally, GOAL: To everyone who indulged an old lady by visiting the River City Renegade. We've topped 57,000 views this year, and that's a new high-water mark for the third successive year. So thanks. Happy Christmas.
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Let's talk about Bobby Orr's boot-licking…a rout for the Drab Slab…ignoring female sports…and other things on my mind…
A Monday morning smorgas-bored…and welcome to the 71st November of my lifetime…
So, I'm doing some research the other day and I stumble upon this May 9 headline from the Boston Globe:
"50 years later, Bobby Orr remains gracious, humble, and incomparable."
Robert Gordon Orr
Few have been describing Robert Gordon Orr as gracious, humble and incomparable in the past few days. More like dumb, ignorant and fallen idol.
All that because the great No. 4 has outed himself as a hard-core Trumpite who plans to scratch an X next to the name Donald Trump on his ballot for tomorrow's U.S. presidential election.
Lest there be any doubt about his political posturing, Orr took out a full-page ad in the New Hampshire Union Leader last week to confirm his unwavering devotion to the current resident at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. NW in Washington, D.C., trumpeting Trump as "the kind of teammate I want."
I'm not sure what Derek Sanderson or Eddie Westfall or Wayne Cashman or Pie McKenzie have to say about that, but I suspect one or two of Bobby's former big, bad Bruins teammates might be cringing.
Many among the rabble and numerous pundits certainly are.
I mean, this is Bobby Orr. Canadian icon. Squeaky-clean boy next door. The greatest player in National Hockey League history on many scorecards, including mine. And he's marching in lockstep with a man known to put children in cages, who believes groping women is harmless horseplay, who wouldn't know the truth if it slapped him on his orange face? That's who Bobby Orr has cozied up to?
What, he couldn't find a better pair of boots to lick?
The same could be said, of course, for golf great Jack Nicklaus and Brett Favre, one-time flinger of footballs and renowned flip-flopper. They, too, are confirmed Trumpites. But we don't care about them so much on this side of the great U.S.-Canada divide.
It's Orr who has taken a paddywhacking in print and on social media, as if he's the product of Satan's loins.
Stu Cowan, Montreal Gazette: "It's always a sad day when your childhood sports heroes let you down. I'll never again look at Orr with the same boyhood wonder. (The endorsement of Trump) hit me like an open-ice bodycheck. It shouldn't have because I've been around pro sports as a journalist long enough to know that sometimes the less fans know about their heroes away from the field or arena, the better off they are. But this one did hurt. I'll sadly scratch him off my hero list. The stain of Trump just won't wash away."
Damien Cox, Toronto Star: "Sadly, Orr's comments reek of appalling ignorance, of a man who has watched too much Fox News. He says he just wants 'my grandchildren to know the America that I know' and then chooses to cast Trump as some sort of victim."
Jack Nicklaus and Donald Trump
Ted Wyman, Winnipeg Sun: "It's not easy for many sports fans to hear that men they have held as idols for the last half century would endorse a political candidate known for his racism, his sowing of divisiveness in his country and his thorough disregard of the severity of the COVID-19 pandemic. Like most golf fans, I've always revered Nicklaus. Like most Canadians, I've always idolized Orr. Like many, I'm bitterly disappointed in them."
Bruce Arthur, the Toronto Star/TSN: "These guys are wealthy. They're really rich and Donald Trump wants to airlift money from the poor to the rich, and that helps them. This tells you a lot about Bobby Orr and Jack Nicklaus, what they value in life and what they don't have to worry about."
Cathal Kelly, Globe and Mail: "On one level, Orr's and Nicklaus's statements took some stones. Neither of them needs the hassle. This opens them up to all sorts of nastiness from the other faction. On the other level, it is dumb beyond measure. Not because of their choice (though that is also dumb), but because two giants of their respective games felt the need to announce it. The United States is tilting sideways for a bunch of reasons. This is one of them."
Well, let me say this about that: Must be nice to be so filthy rich that you can afford to take out a full-page ad in a newspaper. But I'll robustly defend Bobby Orr's right to be as horribly wrong about Donald Trump as any of the other lemmings wearing a MAGA cap. His choice. And if you don't like it, don't put halos on athletes.
Sue Bird and Megan Rapinoe
Last week in America: The sports power couple of hoops great Sue Bird and soccer star Megan Rapinoe announced their wedding engagement and, one day later, U.S. senator and Trumpite bootlicker Lindsey Graham of South Carolina told "every young woman" that "there's a place for you in America if you are pro-life, if you embrace your religion, and you follow traditional family structure." Which means there's no "place" in Graham's America for a woman who's won Olympic gold for Uncle Sam in basketball and another women who's won Olympic gold for Uncle Sam in soccer, because they're lesbians. Lindsey Graham is a special kind of messed up.
Why is it that whenever I watch men's tennis highlights, there's a trainer rubbing down one of Milos Raonic's broken-down body parts, or either Denis Shapovalov or Felix Auger-Alliassime are tossing racquets?
I've said it before, I'll say it again: The Drab Slab is kicking butt when it comes to coverage of lower-tiered sports in Good Ol' Hometown. I know this because I monitored both the Freep and Winnipeg Sun sections during the past three months, and both rags do boffo work on the big-ticket beats—Blue Bombers, Jets, Moose, Goldeyes and Valour FC. But it's a rout otherwise. Here's the tally on coverage of local/amateur sports (excluding pro teams):
August ……..32 articles, 6 briefs
September….39 articles, 6 briefs
October……..49 articles, 3 briefs
Totals……..122 articles, 15 briefs
August ……..1 article
September….7 articles, 3 briefs
October…….10 articles
Totals………18 articles, 3 briefs
Seriously, 122-18. That reads like a Harlem Globetrotters scoreline.
Do readers want more local coverage? My experience tells me they do, but the suits at Postmedia in the Republic of Tranna won't let them have it in the Sun. And that's wrong. So don't point accusing fingers at the Sun's Scribblers Three—Paul Friesen, Ted Wyman, Scott Billeck. It isn't their fault. It's a corporate call.
Steve Lyons
Here's something I found interesting: In a recent edition of his morning Playbook feature on the Drab Slab website, sports editor Steve Lyons took issue with commissioner Randy Ambrosie and the aborted Canadian Football League crusade. "It's been a little over two months since the CFL cancelled its 2020 season," he wrote. "Since then, a Stanley Cup has been awarded; Game 1 of the World Series was last night; the NFL is into Week 7; LeBron James won another NBA title; heck, even the upstart CPL had a championship. The CFL? Silence." Notice something missing there? That's right, no mention of the Women's National Basketball Association starting and completing a season, nor the National Women's Soccer League commencing its Fall Series. Unfortunately, that's the default position for too many upper-management people in sports media—female sports is an after-thought. Or no thought at all.
I'm still reading and hearing that the signing of Dylan DeMelo improves the Winnipeg Jets defence. That simply is not true. Repeat after me: DeMelo was with the Jets last season. That's not an improvement. It's status quo. So the glass-is-half-full pundits can cease with their false narrative any time now.
There's talk of the Ontario Hockey League going to pure pond hockey this winter, which is to say no bodychecking. Hmmm. If they had that rule when I was a kid, I might still be playing.
And, finally, Agent 007, Sean Connery, is dead and I still don't know what I'm missing, because I've never watched a James Bond movie. Loved Sir Sean in Finding Forrester and The Untouchables, though.
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Let's talk about L'Affaire Laine…Winnipeg the armpit…a Jumbo fossil in the ROT…Chelsea's the best free agent available…Jennifer Jones and the 'Notables' of Manitoba's Pebble People…'ear ye, 'ear ye, Mike Tyson is trying to speak…the Dodgers' two K men…a Bird named Sue…and other things on my mind
Another Sunday morning smorgas-bored…and someone told me that I really should quit while I'm ahead, but I've never been able to get ahead…
So, according to the pundits, the acquisition of Paul Stastny was supposed to accomplish two things for the Winnipeg Jets:
1. Fill the long-standing need for a second-line centre.
2. Put a happy face on Patrik Laine and put the skids on the galloping gossip that has hounded Puck Finn for more than a year.
Chevy and Puck Finn in happier times.
Well, insofar as the first point of the equation, we can continue to debate the pros and cons of the Jets reeling in the aging Stastny—and I'm squarely on the con side of the discussion—but it's probably best that we allow his play in Winnipeg HC's next National Hockey League crusade to settle the argument.
As for point No. 2, good luck with that.
It took less than a week for one of TSN's hockey "insiders" to fan the flames of L'Affaire Laine once again, and this time it isn't a campfire. It's a bonfire with possible gusts up to a five-alarm inferno.
Here's what LeBrun told host James Duthie last Thursday:
"There's been some scuttlebutt around the National Hockey League of late that Patrik Laine may not show up at camp if he's not dealt by the Winnipeg Jets.
"I reached out to his representation agents, Andy Scott and Mike Liut, to get some clarity and they absolutely deny that. That Laine has not asked for a trade, he's not threatening to not be at camp if he's not dealt.
Pierre LeBrun
"Having said that, his agents also made clear that it's fair to say that given that Laine knows his name has been in trade discussions as we've talked about here, and given that his usage in the lineup the last couple of years has been a constant topic of conversation, the fact that he doesn't get consistent first-line minutes, his agents Mike Liut and Andy Scott do confirm that it probably would be mutually beneficial to both the player and to the team if Patrik Laine is traded and that there is clear communication between them and Kevin Cheveldayoff, the GM of the Winnipeg Jets, about this.
"Now I spoke to Kevin Cheveldayoff on this day. And he reiterated that he's looking at all options when it comes to trade and that Patrik Laine remains a big part of the organization.
"What I would say, not Cheveldayoff, is that he's not going to just trade Patrik Laine for the sake of it, that it's going to have to be something that makes sense for the Winnipeg Jets. But I will say this, as Andy Scott, the agent for Patrik Laine, said to me, there is a clear understanding between both sides about where this is probably headed."
Now, you can pooh-pooh LeBrun's bona fides as an "insider" if you like, but one thing should be abundantly clear by now: Patrik Laine will remain the centrepiece of trade rumors until a) Chevy hands him a one-way ticket out of town or b) Puck Finn signs long term. Nothing else will dim the natter.
I'm just surprised that so many among the rabble and in mainstream media are surprised that it's come to this.
I mean, I don't have my feet on the ground in Good Ol' Hometown, but this is how I read the room 16 months ago: "You think Patrik Laine's agent hasn't noticed how the (Jacob) Trouba saga played out? If it's true that Puck Finn's nose is out of joint, all he has to do is sign a two-year bridge deal, take les Jets to arbitration down the road, then force a trade."
So how has it played out to date? Laine signed a two-year bridge deal, he's eligible for arbitration after next season, and already his two mouthpieces sound like they're trying to force a trade.
Yet I keep hearing and reading that the Jets are in control of this game of chicken. To a point, that's true. But they can only delay Puck Finn's departure if that's his intent. They can't stop him. Just like they couldn't stop Evander Kane and they couldn't stop Trouba.
We don't know who or what is up Laine's nose. His beef could be with the captain, Blake Wheeler, or the head coach, Paul Maurice, or maybe he's bought into the silly "Winnipeg has lousy WiFi" nonsense. If it's Wheeler, it wouldn't be the first time two teammates refused to exchange Christmas cards. If it's Coach PoMo, it's not like there's never been conflict between a bench boss and a worker (for evidence see: Bowman, Scotty). If it's the city, he isn't the first guy who's wanted out of Dodge.
Whomever or whatever, I repeat what I wrote in February 2019: "I doubt Puck Finn will finish his career in Jets linen."
But, hey, what do I know? Like I said, I don't have feet on the ground. Except I predicted in 2012 that Evander Kane would one day walk into Chevy's office and demand a new postal code. He did that very thing—repeatedly—and Chevy obliged, in 2015. In September 2018, I peered into the tea leaves and predicted Trouba would be gone in less than two years. He left the building nine months later. So tell me I'm wrong about Laine.
Ben Hatskin and Bobby Hull
Interesting read from Scott Billeck of the Winnipeg Sun on the challenges Chevy faces in attempting to lure top-drawer free agents to Good Ol' Hometown, and also navigate his way around no-trade clauses. "There's no happy ending for this," he writes. "It's an ongoing problem for the Jets. What it does underscore is the need to ensure the team is a winner, by whatever means possible, and in spite of unfavorable geography. And it means the organization needs to be that much more creative when it comes to recruitment. Getting players in the door begins with a pitch that centres around winning the Cup. For most, that's the dream. If you can show a pathway to that dream, you can probably get folks into the house. And that's when perceptions die and new ones are made, and the word spreads. Winnipeg's advertising comes via word of mouth. There just has to be something enticing other than frigid winters. And it may be as simple—and as difficult—as putting a winning product on the ice." That's fair analysis, but it's worth remembering that the original Winnipeg Jets lineup was crafted 100 per cent on guys who chose to play in Good Ol' Hometown, including the most significant free agent signing in pro hockey history—Bobby Hull, at the time the game's glamour guy. Every player on that team came to River City without kicking and screaming. So can anyone tell me exactly when Winnipeg became the armpit of hockey? I'd really like to know.
When I hear the San Jose Sharks have signed Patrick Marleau, it tells me that they've already tapped out on next season.
Jumbo Joe
And what is Kyle Dubas trying to prove in the Republic of Tranna? The Maple Leafs haven't won the Stanley Cup since 1967, so the kid GM thought it would be a swell idea to sign Marleau's former running mate Jumbo Joe Thornton who, coincidentally, broke into the NHL that same year. Okay, okay. Jumbo hasn't been around quite that long. But Dubas seems to be setting up a Fossil Factory in the ROT, with Jumbo Joe, 41, and Jason Spezza, 37, on board.
Scant seconds after becoming one of the newest Maple Leafs, Wayne Simmonds did the Zoom thing with news snoops and warned foes that "I can punch your head off if need be." He calls what he does on a hockey rink "functional toughness." Back it the day we called it "goon."
I keep hearing about all the free agents still available in the NHL, but the top free agent in sports right now is Chelsea Carey, champion curler without a team to call her own. We don't know how this season will shake down for our Pebble People, but it's hard to imagine a two-time Scotties queen being stuck on the outside looking in with her nose pressed against the window.
Jennifer Jones, Kaitlyn Lawes, Jill Officer, Dawn McEwen.
On the subject of our fab provincial Pebble People, the deep thinkers at the Manitoba Curling Hall of Fame want to know what you think. They're looking to name the Most Notable Team in local lore, and that's where you come in. The MCHF is accepting votes until Dec. 5 for its 25 Most Notable Teams and, really, this should be a no-brainer. I mean, it doesn't get more "notable" than winning Olympic Games gold, so Jennifer Jones and her gal pals Kaitlyn Lawes, Jill Officer and Dawn McEwen have to be at the top of the heap. It doesn't hurt that they were also Canadian and world champions, and they had longer sustained success than any foursome I can recall. Next in line would be the Digit, Don Duguid, and his gang from the Granite—Bryan Wood, Jim Pettapiece and the Arrow, Rod Hunter—who went 17-0 to win back-to-back world titles in 1970 and '71. Completing my top three would be Bronco Braunstein and his team of brother Ron, Moose Turnbull and Jack Van Hellemond. Still just school kids, the teenagers copped the Manitoba men's title then fell one game shy of winning the 1958 Brier in Victoria, losing to Matt Baldwin of Alberta in a one-game showdown.
Fans of fist fighting were shocked to hear Mike Tyson on Good Morning Britain last week. In a natter with hosts Piers Morgan and Susanna Reid, the former heavyweight boxing champion was muttering unintelligibly and slurring his words badly. Hey, cut the guy some slack. It can't be easy to talk with your mouth full of Evander Holyfield's ear.
Sticking with boxing, I stayed up well past my bedtime Saturday to watch Teofimo Lopez and Vasiliy Lomachenko chuck knuckles in a lightweight title bout. At the end of the night, Lopez had four belts. Hmmm. Four belts—sounds like the Rat Pack at closing time.
So, the Houston Astros have been drummed out of the Major League Baseball playoffs (karma, baby). Some teams run out of pitching, some teams run out of hitting. Some teams run out of time. I guess the Astros ran out of trash cans.
Clayton Kershaw, Sandy Koufax
Is there a Baseball Hall of Fame pitcher with a worse post-season record than Clayton Kershaw of my Los Angeles Dodgers? Kershaw will be in Cooperstown one day, but it won't be due to anything he's done in the World Series or playoffs. The guy's 175-75, .697, 2.43 ERA in the hum-drum of spring and summer ball, but a dismal 11-12, .478, 4.31 ERA when it matters most. And, to think, some people have compared him favorably to Sandy Koufax. Ya, like a box of Timbits is fine dining.
Some good reads in the past week: Paul Friesen's series on the Winnipeg Blue Bombers' journey to the Grey Cup; Freezer's running mate at the Winnipeg Sun, Ted Wyman, dishes on Hockey Hall of Famer Serge Savard; Luke Fox's Q&A with Brian Burke on the Sportsnet website.
When the National Women's Hockey League restructured its business model and assigned founder and commissioner Dani Rylan Kearney to a lesser role last week, shouldn't it have been a big deal in the media? No women would be drawing pay to play shinny if not for Dani, who gave the NWHL its jump start in 2015, but her removal from the big office was a blip at best in most newspapers, websites and on air. Seems to me the story, and Dani, warranted better play than that.
Speaking of not getting their due, it's about Sue Bird: Not many hoopsters can boast of her bona fides. When Seattle Storm won the Women's National Basketball Association title recently, it was her fourth. You know, the same number as LeBron James has won in his NBA career. Sue also has four Olympic gold medals, four FIBA World Cup titles, five EuroLeague titles, two NCAA titles, one national high school title, five Russian National League titles, two Europe Super Cup titles, she's the all-time WNBA assists leader, she's started the most games in WNBA history, she's an 11-time WNBA all-star, a two-time EuroLeague all-star and a former Naismith college player of the year. She's the High Priestess of the Hardwood, but somehow manages to fly under the radar of most mainstream media. Shame that.
And, finally, this is the 50th anniversary season for the Manitoba Major Junior Hockey League, and I'd say that calls for some sort of special feature piece in either or both of the Winnipeg dailies. So why hasn't either the Sun or Drab Slab done something about it?
Author pattidawnswanssonPosted on October 18, 2020 October 19, 2020 Categories Sports, Winnipeg JetsTags Andy Scott, Blake Wheeler, Bobby Hull, boxing, Brian Burke, Bryan Wood, Chelsea Carey, Clayton Kershaw, Dani Rylan Kearney, Dawn McEwen, Don Duguid, Evander Kane, Good Morning Britain, Houston Astros, Jack Van Hellemond, Jacob Trouba, James Duthie, Jason Spezza, Jennifer Jones, Jill Officer, Jim Pettapiece, Joe Thornton, Kaitlyn Lawes, Kevin Cheveldayoff, Kyle Dubas, Lebron James, Los Angeles Dodgers, Luke Fox, Major League Baseball, Manitoba Curling Hall of Fame, Manitoba Major Junior Hockey League, Matt Baldwin, Mike Liut, Mike Tyson, National Hockey League, National Women's Basketball Association, National Women's Hockey League, NCAA, Olympic Games, Patrick Marleau, Patrik Laine, Paul Friesen, Paul Maurice, Paul Stastny, Pierre LeBrun, Piers Morgan, Ray Turnbull, Rod Hunter, Ron Braunstein, San Jose Sharks, Sandy Koufax, Scott Billeck, Scotty Bowman, Seattle Storm, Serge Savard, Sportsnet, Sue Bird, Susanna Reid, Ted Wyman, Teofimo Lopez, Terry Braunstein, The Brier, Timbits, Toronto Maple Leafs, TSN, Vasiliy Lomachenko, Wayne Simmonds, Winnipeg Blue Bombers, Winnipeg Free Press, Winnipeg Jets, Winnipeg Sun, Zoom1 Comment on Let's talk about L'Affaire Laine…Winnipeg the armpit…a Jumbo fossil in the ROT…Chelsea's the best free agent available…Jennifer Jones and the 'Notables' of Manitoba's Pebble People…'ear ye, 'ear ye, Mike Tyson is trying to speak…the Dodgers' two K men…a Bird named Sue…and other things on my mind
Let's talk about whistleblowers and the NHL…talking heads…with this ring, P.K. does wed…the Chris Streveler pub crawl…beer league hockey meets Ponytail Puck…the Tranna Maple Beliebers…D'oh boys…and other year-end award winners
Back by unpopular demand, one final Sunday smorgas-bored for 2019…and if you haven't had your fill of turkey, here's another one for you…
It's time for the inaugural RCR Year End Awards, which are not to be confused with the Oscars, the Grammys, the Emmys, or the Tonys. Nor should they be mistaken for something significant. They are nothing more than the simple musings of a little, old lady who has too much time on her hands.
Bill Peters and Akim Aliu.
The Turkey Shoot Shield: To Akim Aliu and other National Hockey League whistleblowers.
A day of reckoning has arrived for NHL coaches, and there appears to be no statute of limitations on racist/sexist/homophobic language or bullying behavior, leaving us to wonder how deep a dive into the tombs they'll take in a quest to root out the ghosts of wrong-doings past.
Bill Peters lost his job as head coach of the Calgary Flames for racist comments he made 10 years ago in another league, and for something he did a few years ago in the NHL.
Mike Babcock might never pull puppet strings from behind a players' bench again because he did something stupid to Mitch Marner a couple of years ago.
Marc Crawford remains on forced leave from the Chicago Blackhawks today because he might have gotten physical with players in Los Angeles more than a decade ago.
We don't know what Jim Montgomery said or did, or when he said or did it, but he's no longer coaching in Dallas because of it. The Stars have only told us that Monty was dismissed for "unprofessional conduct," a blanket statement that could cover everything from aiding and abetting Lee Harvey Oswald to piddling on the Grassy Knoll while intoxicated.
Whatever the case, the year closes with NHL coaches dropping out of sight faster than stoolies in a mobster movie, and by the time the turkey shoot is over no one but Sunday preachers and choirboys will qualify to fill vacancies behind the bench.
The thing is, I'm not sure Christ and his disciples could pass the sniff test today, because they were known to spend time with tax collectors and women of sketchy character..
The That's Telling It Like It Is Trophy: To Scott Campbell, one-time Winnipeg Jets D-man and all-round good guy. Scotty took note of news snoops pumping Paul Maurice's tires as the NHL's top bench boss, and offered this tweet: "Thinking seriously about a Jets blog about Maurice, listening to some fans and national MSM that he's a top candidate for coach of the year. Just because they have a job talking doesn't make them right." For evidence, see: Poulin, Dave.
Lindsey and P.K.
The With This Ring I Thee Promise To Wed Wreath: To Lindsey Vonn, who no longer slides down icy mountainsides for a living. The former champion ski racer did a very 21st century thing by proposing to her main squeeze, hockey guy P.K. Subban. No word on whether Lindsey got down on bended knee, but P.K. said "yes." Ya, that's a real shocker. P.K. Subban taking a plunge.
The 99 More Bottles Of Beer On The Wall Plaque: To Chris Streveler. The Winnipeg Blue Bombers backup quarterback might become the first player in history to go directly from a pub crawl to four-down football. It's been reported that Streveler has some workouts lined up with National Football League outfits, but they might want to have him take a breathalyzer test before he takes his first snap. Does he even know the Grey Cup parade has ended? Has he put his clothes back on?
The Pour Me Another One Medallion: Again, to Streveler. He's been named the South Dakota Sports Celebrity of the Year, as if he needed another reason to celebrate. At this rate, he'll show up at his NFL workouts with a blood-alcohol reading higher than Tom Brady's career passing yards total.
The Hissy Fit Diploma: To members of the Professional Women's Hockey Players Association, who believe glorified scrimmages and mean-mouthing the National Women's Hockey League is the best route to creating a one-size-fits-all operation for Ponytail Puck. The PWHPA prattles on about not having a league in which to play, even as the U.S.-based NWHL is comfortably into a fifth season that mainstream media chooses to ignore, and that makes zero sense. But, hey, a year ago at this time there were two non-sustainable women's semi-pro leagues. Now there's only one for the media to ignore. Maybe that's the PWHPA's idea of progress.
The Trash Talking Trinket: To Hilary Knight. The American Olympian and outspoken PWHPA member labelled commish Dani Rylan's NWHL "a glorified beer league." And what, PWHPA scrimmages aren't? Fact is, the PWHPA boycotters are delivering the very definition of beer-league shinny. You know, get a bunch of players together, toss the sticks into a pile, pick sides, have at it, and hope someone notices. So far, Billie Jean King and little girls have noticed, but not mainstream media or the masses.
Biebs and the boys: Auston Matthews, the Biebs, Mitch Marner, Tyson Barrie.
The Tranna Maple Beliebers Bauble: To pop guy Justin Bieber, who somehow convinced Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner and Tyson Barrie of les Leafs to drive down to Stratford for a bit of Boxing Day shinny. The boys played 4-on-4 with the Biebs and some of his childhood chums, and here's the shame of it: Their pickup game is attracting more internet attention than the PWHPA or NWHL. Even longtime CBC news anchor Peter Mansbridge scribbled an article on it. Ponytail Puck can only wish.
The Gay Pride Plaque: We end this year and decade with Sports Illustrated anointing Megan Rapinoe—an out, proud and loud lesbian—its Sportsperson of the Year, and Time magazine sharing a group hug with Rapinoe and the U.S. women's national soccer side, naming the lesbian-laden Yankee Doodle Damsels its collective Athlete of the Year. That's serious gay power.
The What Part Of Anti-Gay Speech Do They Not Understand Trophy: To organizers of the Australian Open, who plan to salute Margaret Court next month. Ol' Maggie, be advised, is a noted gay-basher. She would prefer to live in the type of illusory world created by Hallmark Channel's makers of saccharine-sopped movies, where there are no Megan Rapinoes or Sue Birds or Elena Delle Donnes celebrating things like birth, marriage, parenthood, family and Christmas. Gays do not exist in Hallmark's hokey, happily-ever-after world. Ah, but tennis legend Maggie knows that's pure Pollyanna. She acknowledges that she if forced to share oxygen with gays, and she likes it about as much as Donald Trump likes witch hunts and whistleblowers. So she scrunches up her prunish face and tells us that there are far too many lesbians on the women's tennis tour, that they're kin to Hitler and Satan, and that there's a global-wide gay lobby similar to communism, whereby the LGBT(etc.) collective is trying to steal the minds of your children. And the Aussie Open plans to shower ol' Maggie with hosannas next month? Sigh.
The Gender Bender Give Your Head A Shake Shield: To the tall foreheads in the ivory tower at World Athletics (nee International Association of Athletics Federations). They don't think South African runner Caster Semenya walks, talks or looks femme enough to run against the other girls, at least not at 800 metres, so they argued (successfully) that Semenya is "biologically male," even though their own decade-long poking and prodding of the Olympic champion's body confirmed that she's a she.
The Flip Flop And Don't Tell A Lie Laurel: To Mad Mike McIntyre of the Drab Slab.
Here's what Mad Mike wrote about the Winnipeg Jets on Dec. 17: "Not having another alpha male like (Dustin) Byfuglien around to compete with would make anyone breathe a little easier. And that's a sentiment I've heard this year from several people around the team, and around the NHL. Byfuglien can be a polarizing individual, one who marches to his own beat and pretty much does whatever he feels like. On the ice, the Jets haven't missed Byfuglien nearly as much as people thought. The absence of one former superstar on the back end may have been a surprising catalyst for some much-need change."
And here's what Mad Mike wrote on Dec. 26: "A healthy, well-rested and motivated Byfuglien could be a difference-maker, especially to a Winnipeg blue-line that has undergone no shortage of turnover. It could be the ultimate trade deadline acquisition—without having to give up any assets in the process."
So, if you're scoring at home, Big Buff was a disease on Dec. 17 but, nine days later, he became the cure for whatever might ail the Jets. Double sigh.
The D'oh! Boy Bauble: To Postmedia. This country's rag trade goliath is, of course, best known for sucking up to Andrew Scheer, pinching pennies, destroying newspaper competition in the colonies, and kicking quality news snoops to the curb. But it achieved unparalleled levels of dopiness by anointing Vasek Pospisil top male jock in the True North. I'm sure young Vasek is a lovely lad. He smiles frequently. And he did boffo work for our side in Davis Cup competition. But he wasn't our best dude tennis player (hello Felix Auger-Aliassime and Denis Shapovalov), let alone the top jock.
The They Made Me Do It Scroll: To Scott Stinson, the National Post columnist. He was obliged to scribble an essay explaining Postmedia's choice of Pospisil. I'm guessing Scott did so while holding his nose as he typed, which is a boffo trick on its own.
The Old Man Shouts And Waves His Fist At Clouds Cup: To Steve Simmons of Postmedia Tranna. As usual, the year was a massive bitch-a-thon for Simmons. He bitched about Marcus Stroman not saying enough during spring training. He bitched about award winners making political statements. He bitched about Canadians not buying books written by his friends. He bitched about name-calling "idiots" on Twitter by calling them (you guessed it) "idiots." He bitched about the subdued salute the Tranna Boatmen gave retired QB Ricky Ray. He bitched about Canadian Football League teams not making certain players available for chin-wags during the season. He bitched about Kawhi Leonard not saying thank you to enough people, or the right people. He bitched about Todd Bertuzzi being included in the Vancouver Canucks home-opener celebration. He bitched about Andrew Harris playing in the Grey Cup game. He bitched about Mitch Marner's dad and agent. He bitched about Blue Jays manager Charlie Montoyo sitting Vlad the Gifted on Victoria Day. He bitched about TV talking heads growing mustaches for Movember. He bitched about scribes at The Athletic promoting their work, even as he promoted his own work and that of his Postmedia colleagues. Other than that, he was a happy camper.
And, finally, The Auld Lang Syne Trophy: To you. Happy new year to you all.
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Let's talk about Megan Rapinoe and the gay Yankee Doodle Damsels…turn down the volume, Kate…a death watch in The ROT?…the rouge…Mike Reilly's panic attacks…Kawhi and Shane, please don't go…and les Habs by the numbers
Monday morning coming down in 3, 2, 1…and the best female soccer player in the world is a lesbian…imagine that…
A lot of people don't like Megan Rapinoe because she's loud, proud and gay.
I like her because she's loud, proud and gay.
It isn't easy being part of the LGBTQ(etc.) alphabet. Yes, even in 2019. Too many among the rabble still believe being gay is sinful and unnatural and as wholly contemptible as child porn, and it makes them blanch and climb atop soap boxes to hurl fire-and-brimstone condemnations and dire warnings of an eternal inferno.
Which means the spectacle that was Rapinoe in France likely had the homophobes choking on their Cheerios.
The purple-haired U.S.A. co-captain became the face of women's soccer during the 31 days of the World Cup, in part because she kept hoofing balls into the back of the net (six of them), but also because she kept getting in everyone's face. Sometimes intentionally, other times not so much.
Donald Trump, for example, tried to pick a fight with her on Twitter.
"Megan should never disrespect our Country, the White House, or our Flag," the Bully-in-Chief harrumphed.
Piffle. As if a scornful tsk-tsking from the resident in the big, white house on Pennsylvania Avenue would convince her to sing along and place a hand over her heart during the playing of the Star-Spangled Banner. In your face, el presidente. Megan remained mute, hands clasped behind her back, in silent/loud protest against social injustice in America. Besides, she had another use for her hands—to reach out and collect trinkets.
Give that girl the Golden Boot.
And the Golden Ball.
And the Women's World Cup Trophy.
Rapinoe won them all in France. Top goal-scorer. Top player. Top of the world.
She scored five times in knockout tests, including the only goal the Yankee Doodle Damsels required in a 2-nil dispatching of a game-yet-overmatched Netherlands side in Sunday's final, and along the way Piers Morgan made note of Megan's "stupendous ego" and called her "smug, arrogant, entitled and annoying." The British broadcasting blabbermouth and confirmed Trumpite was just warming up. "I don't like footballers being extreme activists. Just play football. Seriously…nobody wants to hear it," is how the second verse went.
Well, he certainly didn't want to hear Megan say, "Go gays. You can't win a championship without gays on your team. It's never been done before."
"Yes you can," Morgan begged to differ on Twitter. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, Ms Rapinoe…football competence isn't linked to sexuality."
No, but that might have been the ultimate "in your face."
Sue Bird and Megan Rapinoe.
Rapinoe, you see, isn't the only out lesbian among these Yankee Doodle Damsels. Jill Ellis, the coach, is married to Betsy Stephenson and they have a daughter, Lily. Five other players—Tierna Davidson, Adrianna Franch, Ashlyn Harris, Ali Krieger and Kelley O'Hara—are out gays. Harris and Krieger are engaged and will exchange vows later this year. After the final, O'Hara sought her girlfriend and they exchanged a kiss at the edge of the stands at Parc Olympique Lyonnais. Ditto Rapinoe and girlfriend Sue Bird.
Oh, and five of the conquered Dutch are lesbians.
So, ya, if Megan Rapinoe tells me no women's side has ever won the World Cup without lesbians on the pitch, I'll take her word for it and Piers Morgan can talk to the hand.
Kelley O'Hara and girlfriend.
Should any of that matter? No, it shouldn't. But it does matter—and will continue to matter—as long as those under the LGBTQ(etc.) banner are discriminated against due only to their choice of romantic/sexual partners and are considered lesser-thans.
Megan Rapinoe is no lesser-than. She might not be your cup of tea. Too brash. Too cocky. Too arrogant. To full of herself. Too defiant. Too aggressive. Too political. Too gay.
Fine. But she's also almost too good to be true for a community still struggling for acceptance. The most visible, most talked-about footballer on the planet today is an out lesbian. Imagine that.
As Megan said after a quarterfinal victory over the French: Go gays!
Best quote, by far, during the post-match revelry was delivered by play-by-play broadcaster Steve Wilson, who, upon seeing Rapinoe greeted warmly by French leader Emmanuel Macron, said: "There is a president she's happy to meet."
Kate Beirness, Clare Rustad, Kaylyn Kyle and Diana Matheson.
I didn't think anyone on TV could talk louder than James Corden, the late-night gab guy who's forever yelling, but Kate Beirness makes him sound like a street mime. Host of TSN's excellent all-female soccer panel featuring Clare Rustad, Kaylyn Kyle and Diana Matheson, Kate's high-volume delivery is an assault on the ear drums and the sole negative note struck during coverage. Tone it down, girl. We get it. It's a big event.
BMO Field
So this is how bad it's gotten for the Argonauts and the Canadian Football League in the Republic of Tranna: They refuse to reveal the head count at BMO Field. The best I could dig up for the Boatmen's skirmish vs. B.C. Lions on Saturday night was "sparse." That could mean 10,000 or fewer fans. It could mean between 10,000 and 12,000. Whatever, given the shockingly low quality of play it's safe to assume that much of the "sparse" audience won't be back for more on Aug. 1, when the Winnipeg Blue Bombers trot into town. If, that is, the Argos are still in business.
What does a sportswriter call it when he's assigned to work an Argos home game? The graveyard shift. Seriously, that's a death watch.
The Argos-Lions joust ended on a rouge. I love the rouge. It's as Canadian as a Gordon Lightfoot concert, a Pierre Berton book, or the Littlest Hobo eating poutine. But I don't like it on a wayward field goal attempt. Rewarding failure is just wrong.
Bravo to Mike Reilly, the Lions quarterback who's stepped forward to discuss his battle with mental health issues. It's a powerful, enlightening story that, hopefully, will help others gripped by anxiety and panic attacks, and Reilly isn't shy about sharing the gory details.
"It hit me as soon as my head hit the pillow," he tells Chris O'Leary of his first panic attack. "The only way I can describe it is a full-blown panic attack.
"I can't even say that my heart was racing. It was like it was trying to beat its way out of my chest. It was racing faster than I'd ever felt before. It felt like everything was kind of closing in around me. I couldn't breathe. I honestly in that moment thought I was going to die. It was the scariest thing I've ever felt in my entire life.
"I felt frozen, like I was stuck in my bed. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything and I thought that was going to be it. I thought I was going to die.
"Emily (his wife) came in from the bathroom and I remember thinking, 'I don't know what caused that, I'm still feeling the effects of it and I don't want to close my eyes. If it happens again I'm going to die.' I remember telling her, 'Let's turn the TV on and let's pick a show and just watch it.' I remember thinking, 'I just don't want to lay back down. If I lay back down and close my eyes, I will die right there.'"
Been there, felt that and I don't wish it on anyone.
So, Kawhi Leonard is taking his ball and going home, and the mourning continues in The ROT, where no one—not even the impossible groupie Drake—is feeling it more than Steve Simmons, the Postmedia columnist who long ago showed signs of a serious man-crush on the hoopster.
It began with an open love letter: "I'm writing this with the hope you'll consider remaining with the Raptors after this season, making Toronto your basketball home, because in many ways, it makes sense—for you, for the city, for the basketball team, for Canada."
Shane, come back…and bring Kawhi with you.
Later, there was this: "If this is it for Kawhi Leonard, one season of mystery, magic and memories in Toronto, one year and one unexpected and exhilarating NBA championship, then, really, all you can say is thanks. Thanks and you'll never be forgotten."
And the latest: "You can't dislike anything about what Leonard brought in one calendar year to the Raptors and to basketball across this country. We will be walking on air, living with this, celebrating the championship, for years. Maybe our whole lives."
Oh, my. Walking on air our whole lives. We haven't read or heard that much melodrama since teary-eyed little Joey Starrett begged his hero not to go in the final scene of the western classic Shane. "We want you Shane, Shaaaaane!…Come back! And bring Kawhi with you!"
Minnesota Whitecaps have signed just seven players for the 2019-20 National Women's Hockey League crusade, but season tickets are already available for, get this, $420 (between the bluelines), $315 (inside the bluelines) and $210 (standing room). That's for 12 games and it breaks down to $35, $26.25 and $17.50 per. I'm a fan of female shinny, but 35 bucks a pop is excessive. Actually, it's crazy. Or maybe not. The Whitecaps sold out every date at the 1,200-seat TRIA Rink last season and, with those non-refundable sticker prices, it's little wonder they were the first NWHL outfit to show a profit.
And, finally, terrific Montreal Canadiens story from longtime shinny scribe Dave Stubbs: "Roman Hamrlik asked for No. 4, his Calgary number, when he signed in 2007," Stubbs tweeted. "Equipment mgr Pierre Gervais: 'I'll give you Mr. Béliveau's phone number. If he agrees, I'll give you a long ladder and you can take down his banner.' Hamrlik opted for 44."
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Let's talk about the Uproar Over the Rodent…Chevy's smarts and the Winnipeg Jets jail break…Ben Chiarot hearing boo birds en francais…Aho's contract and other RFAs…the Yankee Doodle Damsels go Dutch…macho Matt Nichols' head games…Pencil Neck Paul…and dining with Matt Dunigan
Another Sunday smorgas-bored…and there's a whole lotta shakin' going on out here on the Left Coast…
I try not to obsess on things, other than breathing which, at my age, is a worthy obsession.
I mean, the way I have it figured, the longer I can keep breathing, the longer I can continue to draw enjoyment from the obsessions of sports fans whose every breath is linked to their favorite clubs. And, depending on the locale in our vast land, those obsessions greatly differ.
Old Gainer, new Gainer.
In Good Ol' Hometown, for example, it's Chevy and all things Jets
In the Republic of Tranna, it's been Kawhi Leonard 24/7 and now it'll be Mitch Marner 24/7 until he puts pen to paper.
In Montreal, it's Marc Bergevin and his silly offer sheet.
In Bytown, it's whatever toxic goop that spews from Eugene Melnyk's mouth.
In Calgary, it's Bo Levi Mitchell's wonky throwing wing.
In E-Town, it's the never-ending search for someone to skate alongside Connor McWasted.
On the West Coast, it's…well, I live on the Left Flank and the rabble doesn't obsess over anything but the weather and annoying tourists. (There is, mind you, a strong constituency that frets over every breath that Jim Benning takes, because it usually means another lousy player has been given a Canucks jersey.)
Meanwhile, on the Flattest of Lands, it's the Uproar Over the Rodent.
Oh, yes, a rodent.
Summer swathing and happy banjo plucking came to a halt on the Flattest of Lands last week, after Gainer the Gopher went missing and was feared to be lost in a corn maze or abducted by body-snatching aliens. Left behind was a hairball that looked like Chucky's pet rodent.
The new Gainer was introduced to Flatlanders on Canada Day, and he definitely was not their grandmother's gopher. The beloved fuzzball of the Saskatchewan Roughriders had been given the most abrupt makeover since Bruce became Caitlyn. I don't know who Gainer's plastic surgeon is, but I'm thinking Alfred Hitchcock. Or the guy who played nip-tuck-and-yank with Joan Rivers' face seven or eight times. And what of Gainer's Kardashian-sized caboose? Has the once-pleasantly plump rodent been sharing Nutrisystem shakes with Marie Osmond? We haven't seen that big a weight loss since Angie dumped Brad.
As for his peepers, we're talking psycho rodent (seriously, Hitchcock had a hand in this). Clearly Gainer was off his meds, and there was a chainsaw and a massacre in his future.
Not surprisingly, up went a hue, also a cry. Free the real Rodent! There hadn't been that much commotion on the Flattest of Lands since someone discovered a crop circle near Langenburg in 1974. Everyone from radio gab guys to former premiers weighed in on the maniacal-looking muppet, while Mothers shielded their children's eyes to spare the urchins nightmares and many years of costly psychiatric treatment for gopheraphobia.
Alas, the story has a happy ending. Plow jockeys can climb back aboard their swathers and combines, folks can break out the banjos, and it's safe to let the kiddies out of the house again—Gainer has had yet another facelift. Gone are the psycho, green eyes. He no longer looks like the neighborhood peeping Tom. Life on the Flattest of Lands is good.
Meanwhile, on the field, the rabble's favorite football team lost another game on Saturday night, and hardly anyone noticed.
Let me see if I've got this straight: Because Kevin Cheveldayoff didn't swallow a stupid pill, many among the rabble—and a few news snoops—are showering him with hosannas. It doesn't matter that we've witnessed the equivalent of a jail break since the close of business in April, with Jacob Trouba, Tyler Myers, Ben Chiarot, Brandon Tanev, Kevin Hayes and Par Lindholm going over the wall to chase dreams and fortune, if not fame. The Chevy fan boys and girls instead point to all the coin the Winnipeg Jets GM hasn't spent since the National Hockey League free agent market opened.
He didn't spend $50 million on Hayes. Bravo!
He didn't spend $30 million on Myers. Atta boy, Chevy!
He didn't spend $21 million on Tanev. Pure genius!
He didn't spend $10.5 million on Chariot. Smooth move!
He didn't spend $1.7 million on Lindholm. Beauty, eh!
Add it up and Chevy didn't spend $113.2 million, or an AAV of $20,992,857, for next season and, apparently, that's a feather in his cap. Never before has doing nothing been so widely applauded. Why, our man is the Einstein of Puck. Well, spare me.
There was nothing clever or intelligent in Chevy's (in)activity during the initial week of the NHL free agent frolic. He didn't shell out all those big bucks for one basic reason: Whatever loose change he has left is earmarked for bank accounts belonging to Patrik Laine, Kyle Connor, Andrew Copp and Neal Pionk. Even a mathematical midget, and some sports scribes, could see that. So why the serenade to his genius?
The measure of Chevy's smarts comes this summer as he attempts to rebuild a back end that has lost Trouba, Myers and Chiarot. That will take savvy. He pulls it off, let the hosannas rain down.
Noodles McLennan
I looked long and hard in search of someone beyond the boundary of River City who endorses Chevy's handiwork, but I'm afraid that person doesn't exist. Pierre McGuire of TSN/NBC cited the Jets as the biggest "loser" on Day 1 of free agency. Noodles McLennan, another TSN natterbug, chimed in with this: "Winnipeg Jets, I can't give them a grade because they haven't done anything yet. Incomplete work so far. Now, that's Kevin Cheveldayoff. He works methodically, at his own pace. Now they got Nathan Beaulieu, brought him back, other than that did nothing." Scott Burnside of The Athletic gave Chevy a C-plus: "This is a deep, well-built team that just happens to be a little bit less than what it was." If I discover an outrider who actually embraces what Chevy has done, you'll be the first to know.
Ben Chiarot
I don't know about you, but I found some of Ben Chiarot's comments interesting, also curious, after he checked in with les Habitants, at $10.5 million for three years. "The opportunity to play for the Montreal Canadiens and be in a city like that on a team that is up-and-coming like the Canadiens was hard to turn down," the useful blueliner said. So what's big Ben telling us? That Good Ol' Hometown isn't "a city like that?" That he doesn't view Winnipeg HC as an up-and-coming outfit? The nerve. I mean, Pegtown's streets can match les rues de Montreal pothole-for-pothole, and les Jets can match les Habs prospect-for-prospect. He added: "The Bell Centre has been my favorite place to play since I came into the NHL. To me, it's not like playing in any other building in the league. In Montreal on a Saturday night is something special. There's nothing better in hockey. So to get to experience that every week now is a dream come true." C'mon, Benny. What does the Bell Centre have that the Little Hockey House On The Prairie doesn't? Oh, that's right—24 Stanley Cup banners and 15 retired jersey numbers in the rafters. Ya, I guess that trumps a Winnipeg Whiteout.
The arrival of Chiarot did not meet with unanimous approval among the rabble in Montreal. It was, in fact, quite bitter and did not escape the notice of Postmedia columnist Jack Todd. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised at the appalling reaction to the Ben Chiarot signing. It's Montreal, it's Marc Bergevin—so of course they hate it. Why do a silly thing like wait and see how it goes when you can start with the hate NOW?" he tweeted. Sounds like our boy Benny already has a bull's-eye on his back. Wonder how much he'll enjoy getting the raspberry in both official languages. Les oiseaux boo can be very loud en francais.
So, how will the Sebastian Aho contract ($8.454 million AAV/five years) impact on the way Winnipeg HC conducts business with blue-chip restricted free agents Laine and Connor? It won't. Prevailing wisdom suggests it was dumb of Montreal to tender such a faint-hearted offer sheet to the Carolina Hurricanes centre, so agents won't use it as a guideline. Frankly, I'll be shocked if Puck Finn gets Blake Wheeler money ($8.25 million), or even if he's in the Rink Rat Scheifele neighborhood (($6.125M). As for Connor, he won't make as much as Scheifele. He can't. He won't get a penny more than Twig Ehlers ($6M).
Happy American soccer players.
I find myself wondering if the Netherlands will actually attempt to score in their winner-take-all skirmish v. the Yankee Doodle Damsels today in France, or will they play for a stalemate and take their chances on penalty kicks to determine a champion in the women's World Cup? I'm guessing the Dutch will play 11 back. Final score: U.S.A. 4, Netherlands nil, Alex Morgan 4 (fake injuries/dives).
Alex Morgan: A spot of tea before a dive.
I've watched a lot of the World Cup and truly enjoyed the mostly dive-free soccer. But Morgan cranked the theatrics up a notch in the Americans' semifinal victory over England, and I'm not talking about her mockish, tea-sipping goal celebration. That was cute, even if cocky. But she came across as a graduate of the Neymar Academy of Faux Faceplants, and it wasn't her most charming look. With global supremacy at issue today, I'm thinking as little as a menacing stare from one of the Dutch will have her twitching and writhing in make-believe distress and adding to fake injury time. Too bad. The Yankee Doodle Damsels are better than that.
Megan Rapinoe and Sue Bird.
If it's a different kind of read you're looking for, check out Sue Bird's piece in The Players' Tribune. Sue, for those of you who haven't been formally introduced, is the main squeeze of Donald Trump's favorite Yankee Doodle Damsel (not!), Megan Rapinoe. After the Trumpster had a little hissy fit over Megan's (apparent) bad manners, girlfriend Sue sprung to the nearest keyboard and assailed the Rude Man on Twitter. "O.K. I'll answer The Question. The one that's probably most on your mind," she scribbled. "And by that I mean: What's it like to have the literal President of the literal United States (of literal America) go Full Adolescent Boy on your girlfriend? Hmm. Well…it's WEIRD. And I'd say I actually had a pretty standard reaction to it: which was to freak out a little." Sue has an interesting writing style, but she gets her point across: She loves her soccer star girlfriend, and a menage-a-president is out of the question.
Matt Nichols
Memo to Matt Nichols: You don't have to prove to us that you're a tough guy. We'll take your word for it. The Winnipeg Blue Bombers quarterback didn't finish what he started on Friday night in Bytown because, well, he did the macho thing instead of the smart thing. As a result, the Canadian Football League lost its fifth starting QB in four weeks. Observing him in civvies on the sideline while Chris Streveler mopped up in a 29-14 W over the RedBlacks, Nichols seemed fine. He said he felt "great." But blows to the head have a way of their own. He might find himself in a room with the drapes closed tight and all the lights turned out in a day or two. Next time you see the whites of a linebacker's eyes, Matt, make like Neymar—dive, dive, dive.
So, the Bombers are 3-nada on the season, the CFL's only unbeaten outfit. Richie Hall's defensive dozen has surrendered 12 field goals and exactly one touchdown in those three skirmishes. Any more complaints? Didn't think so.
Just wondering: Did TSN place its cameras for the Winnipeg-Bytown skirmish on the Quebec side of the border? I shouldn't need the Hubble Telescope to watch a football game on a flatscreen 10 feet away in my living room.
Did TSN newboy panelist Mike Benevides really call Paul Friesen of the Winnipeg Sun "some pencil neck" during the pregame natter? As a matter of fact he did, without naming him. Well, just who does Benevides think he is? A journalist? You just talk football, Benny, and leave the cheap shots to the experts.
Speaking of experts, no surprise that Paul would have the perfect comeback: "My ears are burning. You know, the ones above my pencil neck." So we add Pencil Neck to some of the all-time nicknames in River City jock journalism: Cactus Jack, Coconut Willie, Friar, Knuckles, Knobby, Doc, Sod, etc.
And, finally, I don't know if TSN squawker Matt Dunigan has an endorsement deal with Fatboys Southern Smokehouse in Bytown, but I have to think anything he eats and drinks is on the house next time he's in the nation's capital. How many free plugs did he give Fatboys during the Bombers-RedBlacks broadcast? Four? Five? Made me want to pick up the phone and order a side of beef and some fries, except I doubt they could have delivered in 30 minutes or less.
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50 years after Stonewall, lesbian athletes make strides while gay men remain stuck at ground zero
The past does not tell us where we have been, it tells us where we are.
So where are LGBT athletes today as Pride Month 2019 kicks off, half a century after the Stonewall Riots in Gotham's Greenwich Village?
The answer, I suppose, depends on which scorecard you use.
Certainly there has been considerable advancement in the inclusion file, both on and off the playing fields of North America and, indeed, in global frolics like the Olympic Games.
Here are some of the notations you'll find on that particular scorecard:
Billie Jean King and Ilana Kloss.
* Lesbian tennis legend Billie Jean King and longtime partner Ilana Kloss are part of the Los Angeles Dodgers' ownership group.
* Out lesbian Laura Ricketts is co-owner of the Chicago Cubs.
* Golden State Warriors out gay president and chief operating officer Rick Welts was inducted into the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame last year.
* Out lesbian Caroline Ouillette is assistant coach with Canada's national women's hockey team (she's married to former Team U.S.A. captain Julie Chu and they have a daughter together).
* Out lesbians Jayna Hefford and Angela James have been inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame.
* 56 LGBT athletes competed in the 2016 Summer Olympics.
* 15 LGBT athletes competed in the 2018 Winter Olympics.
* 16 out lesbians were on rosters at the 2015 women's World Cup of soccer.
Abby Wambach
* The leading goal-scorer in the history of women's international soccer, Abby Wambach, is an out lesbian.
* 7 players in the 2018 Women's National Basketball Association all-star game were out lesbians.
* Both the Canadian Women's Hockey League and National Women's Hockey League have featured transgender players—Harrison Browne and Jessica Platt—and numerous out lesbians.
* U.S. soccer star Megan Rapinoe became the first out lesbian to be featured in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.
* Rapinoe and hoops star Sue Bird became the first LGBT couple to be featured in ESPN The Magazine body issue.
Katie Sowers
* Out lesbian Katie Sowers is an assistant coach with the San Francisco 49ers of the National Football League.
That acceptance is terrific, for the LGBT collective and society as a whole.
Unfortunately, there's a second scorecard:
* Number of out gay men in the National Hockey League: 0
* Number of out gay men in the National Football League: 0
* Number of out gay men in the National Basketball Association: 0
* Number of out gay men in Major League Baseball: 0
* Number of out gay men in Major League Soccer: 0
Cite another segment of society in which the bottom-line number in 2019 is the same as the bottom-line number in 1969. I can't think of one.
Thus, the motion of life moves everything forward with the exception of the cultural phenomenon that is professional male team sports, an unbudging, frat-boy enterprise still stuck in the mud fifty years after all hell broke loose in and outside the Stonewall Inn in Manhattan.
Are there gay men among the approximately 4,300 players on current NFL, NHL, NBA, MLB and MLS rosters? Here's an easier question: Does Donald Trump tell fibs?
Gay male athletes have always existed. It's just that 99.999999 per cent of them remained hidden in a closet, earnestly avoiding the most taboo of talking points until the final whistle had sounded on careers spent in fear of being outed as lesser-thans.
Gillian Apps and Meghan Duggan.
Women and men with framed diplomas that indicate intellectual loft have given ponder to the curious case of the closeted male jock, and the eggheads advance numerous theories in an effort to explain the refusal to identify as gay. But, really, it isn't a Cadbury chocolate bar mystery. It can be cataloged under the 'fear' file. It's the fear of loss—loss of family/friends; loss of career; loss of income; loss of credibility; loss of status.
No male athlete wishes to be known by friend, foe or fan as a lesser-than. A Nancy boy, if you will. So he plays on, keeping his choice of romantic interests on the hush-hush.
Lesbian athletes, on the other hand, are far ahead on the social curve. They are less inclined to hide from themselves or anyone else. Elena Delle Donne and Sue Bird are not thought of as lesser-thans. Ditto Abby Wambach or Megan Rapinoe. Billie Jean King is greatly admired. The same could be said for Martina Navratilova until she recently went off on transgender athletes. Caroline Ouillette and Julie Chu proudly post pics of their daughter on Instagram. Former hockey stars Gillian Apps and Meghan Duggan do the same with their wedding photos.
When Canada's gold medal-winning goaltender Charline Labonté came out in 2014, she provided insight to the culture of the national women's hockey club.
"Just like everywhere else our team had gays and straights, just like we had brunettes and redheads," she wrote in an article for the LGBT website Outsports. "Everyone on my team has known I'm gay since I can remember and I never felt degraded for it. On the contrary, my sport and my team are the two environments where I feel most comfortable. The subject of homosexuality was never taboo with us. We talk and laugh about it like everything else. I feel privileged to live and be myself in an environment like this because I know that just a few years ago this topic was never part of the conversations in the locker room."
Lesbians in sports has become a meh issue, and it's only when a zealot like tennis legend Margaret Court turns the air toxic with illogical, wingnut rantings about same-sex marriage destroying Easter and Christmas that people give it any consideration.
Will men ever catch up to the women? Certainly not in my lifetime.
It is a peculiar business, indeed, when the San Francisco 49ers will happily hire a lesbian to tutor pass-catchers, yet there are no gay men in the NFL to catch passes.
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About Winnipeg Blue Bombers Coach D'oh!…an odd final round at Royal Birkdale…gay female athletes dating…pretty on the tennis court…and why don't some guys just shut up?
I cannot survive in a 140-character world, so here are more tweets that grew up to be too big for Twitter…
I'm not sure what happens to Mike O'Shea when he gets to B.C. Place Stadium.
Coach D'oh
Maybe it's the drinking water. Ya, that's it. Someone is spiking his H2O with mind-altering drugs, because it's become evident that the Winnipeg Blue Bombers head coach is seeing things that aren't there. I mean, the rest of us see an impossible 61-yard field goal attempt, but O'Shea sees a ho-hum chip shot. We see Justin Medlock as a punter/place-kicker, but O'Shea sees him as Dieter Brock or Kenny Ploen.
He's delusional like the Nevada Parole Board.
Mind you, nobody can accuse the Bombers sideline steward of being a one-trick pony.
He did, after all, give us two displays of hocus-pocus for the price of one on Friday night in Vancouver. Trouble is, an argument can be made that O'Shea's smoke and mirrors is the main reason the Bombers were found wanting in their Canadian Football League skirmish with the B.C. Lions.
Yes, I'm aware that a fake field goal was executed to perfection and resulted in seven points. Kudos for venturesome and creative football. Alas, we were also reminded that there's a time and place for sleight of hand, and midway through the fourth quarter—on third-and-15 with the ball nestled on your own 26-yard stripe!—is neither the time nor the place for Justin Medlock to be passing instead of punting.
Unless, of course, you're Coach D'oh and you're hallucinating.
O'Shea's fourth-quarter brain cramp also resulted in points. Eight of them. For the Lions, who were less into gimmickry and more into gutting it out while turning a 15-point deficit into a 45-42 success.
Go ahead and give O'Shea full marks for his daring if you like. It can be get-out-of-your-seat exciting. But it's folly for a head coach to double dog dare himself into making dumb decisions, which seems to now be the rule rather than the exception for the Bombers puppet master on the Wet Coast.
Justin Medlock
It's all about picking your spots, and when O'Shea allowed Medlock to pass rather than punt while nursing an eight-point lead on Friday he picked the wrong spot.
"We don't think of them as trick plays," he advised news snoops after the fact. "They're well designed and well thought out and well executed by the players that buy into that."
Well, okay. Except receiver Derek Jones must have missed the memo, because he had his back turned to Medlock's wonky pass on the "called play."
It was just dumb, dumb, dumb.
So, was the faux punt really a "called play" as O'Shea insists or was it a Medlock ad lib? "I'll take the blame for it," Medlock said post-gaffe. "Whatever comes if it, I'm not going to sit here and point fingers." And I'll take that to mean someone else screwed up. In either case, it still comes down to coaching. Football is very much a situational game, and an alert coach doesn't permit his punter to fiddle fart around when it's third-and-15 at the 26-yard stripe while nursing an eight-point lead with slightly more than eight minutes to play.
A few words about the final round of the Open golf championship Sunday at the Royal Birkdale in Southport, England: Brutal and brilliant. Ragged and remarkable. Seriously. Champion golfer of the year Jordan Spieth was all over the British Isles through the first four holes, carding three bogeys, and his tee shot on 13 hole was so far off the mark that the ball almost landed in Ireland. It took him half an hour to complete the hole. Then he goes birdie-eagle-birdie-birdie in less time than it takes to whip up a full English breakfast. Incredible. What I like most about Spieth, who now has a collection of three Grand Slam titles, is his manner: He seems like a lovely, young man.
Garbine Muguruza
Attention Politically Correct Police: If sports scribes choose to describe ascending tennis star Garbine Muguruza as pretty or sexy, spare us your squawking because they have her blessing. "I see a lot of criticism sometimes when a sportswoman wants to feel pretty on the court," the reigning Wimbledon and 2016 French Open ladies' champion says. "I want to feel pretty out there, I'm going to feel more comfortable and confident if I have a beautiful dress on. It doesn't go against being an athlete." So there. Don't scream sexism when a jock journo writes about her appearance.
Seattle Storm guard Sue Bird, at 36 the oldest player in the Women's National Basketball Association, tells ESPNW magazine that she's a lesbian and, except for the fact she's dating American soccer star Megan Rapinoe, it's a ho-hum revelation. There's a reason for that: Gay female athletes at the highest echelons are commonplace, whereas their male counterparts are about half a century behind when it comes to acceptance and inclusiveness. Both Bird and Rapinoe, by the way, are Olympic gold medallists, further evidence that having gays on a team roster is not an impediment to success.
The quote machine has gone into overdrive the past couple of weeks, and much of it has been painful to hear and read. For example…
Boxer Floyd Mayweather Jr. said this about Conor McGregor, his opponent in an Aug. 26 bout: "He totally disrespected black women. He called black people monkeys. Then he spoke disrespectfully to my daughter's mother and he spoke disrespectfully to my daughter." Yo! Floyd! You're a serial woman-beater. You've gone to jail for beating up women. Don't talk to us about disrespecting women.
Former National Football League quarterback Michael Vick had these words of advice for blackballed QB Colin Kaepernick: "(The) first thing we got to get Colin to do is cut his hair. I'm not here trying to be politcially correct, but, even if he puts cornrows in there, I don't think he should represent himself in that way. The most important thing he needs to do is just try and be presentable. He may need a life coach." Yo! Mikey! You used to torture and kill dogs in a dog-fighting operation. You went to jail for torturing and killing dogs. Don't talk to us about life coaches.
Unconvicted killer and convicted armed robber O.J. Simpson said this while sweet-talking four members of the Nevada Parole Board into granting him his freedom after almost nine years behind bars: "I basically spent a conflict-free life," and "No one ever accused me of pulling a weapon on them." Yo! Juice! You beat your ex-wife Nicole Brown Simpson so severely one night that she was taken to hospital, you hacked her and friend Ron Goldman to death, you robbed people at gunpoint. Don't talk to us about non-conflict and deadly weapons.
Frankly, while wooing the Nevada parole commissioners, I'm surprised the dreadful Simpson didn't tell them that he absolutely had to get out of jail to resume his bogus search "for the real killers" of his ex-wife and friend. No doubt he'll resume his search on the first tee of some swanky golf course in Florida. What a disingenuous, deplorable cad.
Patti Dawn Swansson has been scribbling mostly about Winnipeg sports for 47 years, which means she's old and probably should think about getting a life.
Author pattidawnswanssonPosted on July 23, 2017 July 25, 2017 Categories SportsTags B.C. Lions, B.C. Place Stadium, boxing, British Isles, Canadian Football League, Colin Kaepernick, Conor McGregor, Derek Jones, Dieter Brock, England, ESPNW, Floyd Mayweather Jr, French Open, Garbine Muguruza, golf, Ireland, Jordan Spieth, Justin Medlock, Kenny Ploen, Megan Rapinoe, Michael Vick, Mike O'Shea, National Football League, Nevada, Nicole Brown Simpson, O.J. Simpson, Olympic Games, Open Championship, parole, Ron Goldman, Royal Birkdale, Seattle Storm, soccer, Southport, Sue Bird, tennis, Wimbledon, Winnipeg Blue Bombers, Women's National Basketball AssociationLeave a comment on About Winnipeg Blue Bombers Coach D'oh!…an odd final round at Royal Birkdale…gay female athletes dating…pretty on the tennis court…and why don't some guys just shut up?

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Abducted Eight-Year-Old Santa Monica Boy Reunited With Grandmother:
Santa Monica police announced Monday the department had arrested Adriana Joriel Johns for the March 6, 2013, abduction of her son for which she lost custody of in December 2012.
SMPD Sgt. Richard Lewis said Johns was allowed to keep her eight-year-old son Jounel Armon Taylor overnight, but instead of taking him to school the next morning on March 6, she fled with her son and stopped communicating with her mother.
Lewis said SMPD investigators were able to track Johns and her son to Clermont, Florida.
At about 2:30 pm on March 22, the Lake County Sheriff's Department responded to a residence in Clermont, Florida and took her into custody and recovered her son, who was in good health, Lewis said.
Lewis said Taylor was reunited with his grandmother, who flew to Florida, on March 24.
"Johns waived extradition and was brought back to Santa Monica on April 5, 2013," Lewis said.
She was booked on charges of child abduction and an outstanding burglary warrant.
Bail was set at $150,000.
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