So the final CFL football game of the season is done. How many times between Monday and Sunday of last week did you hear or read the word redemption?
Well, so much for that!
Saskatchewan will have to redeem the coupon next year perhaps.
Many others will be covering the game results ad nauseum, so no need for me to do more of the same. It wasn't a classic as far as Grey Cup games go and I'm not referring to the outcome, I'm referring to the game that was played.
Back to hockey for me, my friend.
I find the NFL-styled football just a little too boring and predictable after watching the all-out flame throwing, widely entertaining CFL version. I can hardly wait for another one or two Canadian teams that will round out our league very nicely.
By the way, I haven't heard too much lately about how the Buffalo Bills are going to take Toronto by storm with those NFL exhibition and league games in the Rogers Centre. From what I've heard, they've had to practically and also literally give away those NFL game tickets to get 40,000 into the stands in Toronto. At least most of the 20,000 to 25,000 who showed up for the Argo games actually paid for their seats.
So other than watching Canadian football, what do you consider as part of your life's little pleasures?
I have a summer list of pleasures and I have a winter list and believe me, shovelling snow is not one of them. In fact it's even one step below lawn mowing which is on the summer loathing list right next to swatting mosquitoes.
Winter pleasures?
Well, I have a stack of 11 books that require reading and one that requires writing this winter. That's pleasure.
Fresh theatre popcorn. Pure pleasure.
Moist chocolate cake and Diet Pepsi.
A conversation with three of my funniest friends and my hilarious bride of well nigh onto 30 some years.
Sun dogs in a brisk morning sky.
Dogs just being dogs in the snow, chasing around after kids just being kids.
A good movie on TV or in a plush theatre seat, showing us a story that doesn't insult our intelligence.
Hugs from people who matter in my life anytime.
E-mails or phone calls from long lost friends who no longer want to be lost to me.
Impromptu jokes and ridiculous situations that seem to crop up at work at the rate of four per week. How much fun are you allowed to have and still call it work?
A furnace that works in January.
Did you notice I didn't include curling or skating? The knees won't take those items any more. Or for that matter, I also didn't include windshield scraping in the dead of night for obvious reasons that have nothing to do with knees and everything about not liking to be freezing cold for more than 15 minutes.
So those are my little winter pleasures. What about you?
