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Photo Memory of the Week
Posted: 2024 May 18
Tweets of the Week
Poetry of the Week
I Love a Cup of Coffee
I love a cup of coffee I like a brew or two
A mocha or a latte either one will doI love a cup of coffee a cappuccino hits the spot
Sprinkle it with chocolate and serve it piping hotRead the whole poem here.
Posted: 2024 May 18
Music of the Week
Tag Archives: Sports
Poor Mike
A surprising look at Mike Weir – well, surprising for me. Continue reading
In Position to Make the Call
The heckling and cat-calling at a baseball game leads me to consider what it takes to be in position “to make the call” in my own life. Continue reading
I Know Just How you Feel
Sometimes, life intervenes. I have no new blog this week. Instead, I offer an op-ed piece I had published after the Australia Summer Olympics, but not previously seen in this space. The players may have changed; the game, not so … Continue reading
Posted in Politics and Policy, Sports and Exercise, Thinking Broadly
Tagged Attitudes, Sports
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Rites of Passage
Homecoming weekend at RMC in Kingston is an opportunity to see in action many fine characteristics: endurance, teamwork, competitiveness, and self-restraint. The aim? Get your entire team of fifteen to twenty first-year university students up and over a twelve-foot wall … Continue reading
The Reason We Watch
They play, apparently, for the love of the game. That seems right — it’s the same reason we watch. Continue reading
The Kismet of Golf
Negative patterns underlie many of the cautionary stories we tell. An inexplicable, random bad choice here or there — how unsatisfying, somehow, compared to a pattern of bad choices that signals a human frailty. Continue reading
Downhill Headfirst
Because no one goes downhill headfirst on a cafeteria tray better than Canadians. Continue reading
Be the Ball
Game. Hobby. Recreation. Sport. Addiction. Golf is all of these and more. It is enticing, impossible, ridiculous, relaxing, impossible, invigorating, frustrating, impossible. Continue reading
Throw the Bloody Rock
Those of us of a certain age remember — rightly or wrongly — a simpler time when skips called the game and everyone else pretty much did what they were told. Continue reading