Of all barroom arguments, none gets people more riled up than the ol’ theoretical Mount Rushmore. By distilling any category in sports or pop culture down to its four finest examples to carve into a mountainside for eternity, you’re bound to run into upsets and snubs - whether it’s the Mount Rushmore of wrestlers, or…
For as long as America has been electing Presidents, Americans on the losing side have been threatening to move to Canada. It hardly even qualifies as a threat anymore - it’s an empty bit of posturing, a symbolic way to let the guy sitting beside you at the bar know just how seriously you’re taking this whole election…
Let’s talk about “Sweet Home Albama” - not the 2002 Reese Witherspoon romantic comedy vehicle, which is probably fine - but Lynyrd Skynyrd’s steaming pile of embarrassing apologia for the pre-Civil Rights-era South, gussied up with approximately 40 minutes of honkytonk guitar noodling. Specifically, let’s talk about…
In general, interviewing professional athletes is like trying to hold a conversation with your 13-year-old nephew. You might think you’d have a lot of topics to cover, but after a couple minutes, you’d be hard-pressed to get them to open up about anything other than sports, or video games, or dirt bikes.
Look at that face. Look at the goddamn face of Astros outfielder Colby Rasmus. Let it sink into your retinas. Think about this photo. Let Colby Rasmus’ whole fucked up vibe be the only thing you think about when you sleep at night.
We usually translate the sound into print as a crack!, but if you were to give it a comic book onomatopoeia, you might choose a meatier bop!, or a raw ponk. However you render it, it’s the unmistakable sound of a tightly-stitched cowhide sphere meeting a wooden barrel with the force of a car crash, a sound that echoes…
Last year we all agreed to watch the Grey Cup, and what the hell, let’s watch it again! Canadians, you know the drill - watch it because it’s your civic duty. Americans, feel free to watch it out of morbid curiosity, or to see college players you forgot existed, or out of plain old Sunday night boredom. Either way,…
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With the news that Vegas and Quebec were the only two cities to submit their $10-million application fee by yesterday’s NHL expansion deadline, it looks increasingly like potential ownership groups in Seattle & Toronto are willing to sit out a few rounds — or, more likely, that they’re happy with the idea of circling…
This past Saturday, the 2015 Pan American Games began in Toronto. No, seriously - they’re going on right now. Medals are being won and everything. Yes, I’m absolutely sure that the sports have already started. I don’t know how you missed it.
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With their stadium lease falling through at the end of this season, the Plymouth Whalers of the Ontario Hockey League needed a new home. And after years of weak attendance in Plymouth (a suburb just west of Detroit), their owners decided that the only feasible move would be to relocate the team.
In honour of That Big Football Game At The End Of The Season, here is an objective ranking of each layer of a seven-layer dip.