This has been a fine week for the sport crowd in the centre of the universe.
It was not quite, we are hosting a playoff game good. More like we can be really optimistic because there has been decent news in the off-season.
One thing was defined. The rest of the countries hate on for the TDOT is back.
Mr. Braley sold the Are-no-goods, the football team he does not want to own, or at least in years he is not hosting the Grey Cup. Here’s hoping he can still get $40 million for the Lions.
We had to endure hearing about how great it is for the CFL, if Toronto is a solid franchise. I dunno, the league seems to have done pretty well despite all the blue seats that sub as Argoooos fans.
There would be a real problem if say the Roughriders, or the Eskies, Stamps or Bombers were about to go belly up.
What really makes us look over our shoulders in disgust is when the Maple Leafs attempt anything. It becomes the lead item at the Toronto sports networks. They out did themselves this week.
We witnessed the royal coronation of a hockey coach. He will be paid a lot of loot to run a team that has not been in the playoffs nine times in the last decade.
At least Mike Babcock lowered expectations, and bought himself some time by talking about the massive challenge.
But then he forgot his teams’ jerseys are not red with a maple leaf crest on the front. Babcock had Canada on his side when he was winning Olympic gold.
“I believe this is Canada’s team and we need to put Canada’s team back on the map.”
The rest of the nation is now saying: Hey Babs, how about you do that without us.