Thursday, November 25, 2010

Free Fact Friday

Today Daily Dump

Ghost Poo.

A most perplexing poo, the Ghost Poo can rattle even the amost stoic of bathroom goers.  What begins as just another po ends with desbelief, even fright, as the postpoo glance reveals nothing but crystal clear water in the toilet bowl, leaving the pooer to wonder, "Where has my poo gone?"  Not to be confused with Log Jam (although the appearance is similar), Ghost Poo is the most mysterious of all poos.  Some have invoked the existence of a poo gnome, while others question whether a poo Bermuda Triangle may be to blame.


The grey cup is a few days away, can you feel it !?!?  I can't wait.  I will stop ranting about how I dislike the Stamps, but I have to mention one more thing.  Check out the TSN clip below, it's highlights of the game.  The best part of it is when the have Brandon Browner with a picture-in-picture telling about how none of his pass interference plays were illegal.  It's hilarious, while he is explaining it, the clip shows the opposite.  I especially like it when he says that Dressler is 150 pounds, and he is 210 pounds, like he is a big stud or something.  Hilarious.

This is a cool clip of GSP in a commercial.


Here are some Rider jokes and such to lead up to the big game, enjoy !


Our quarterback,
who art in Edmonton..
Darian be thy name..
thy game be done,
thy will be WON
in Commonwealth as it was in
Give us this game
The Grey Cup Game
and forget about Calgary's
as we forgive those who can't measure up to
Lead us not into interception,
but deliver us from
For thine are the Riders
with Power and
forever and
the Grey Cup we


The Phone Call
Glen Suitor was in Montreal for TSN to announce a
football game 

one weekend, when he noticed a special
telephone near the 

Aloutte's bench. He asked QB Calvillo what it
was used for and was told it 

was a hotline to God. Glen asked if he
could use it. Calvillo replied, 

"Sure, but it will cost you

Glen scratched his head, then thought, what the heck, I
could use 

some help picking games. He pulled out his wallet and
paid $200. 

Glen's picks were perfect that

The next week, Glen was in Edmonton when he noticed

same kind of phone on the Eskimo's bench. He asked what the

was for and QB Ray told him, "It's a hotline to God. If
you want to use 

it, it will cost you $500." Recalling the previous
week, Glen pulled 

out his wallet and made the call. Glen's picks
were perfect again 

that week. 

Last weekend, Glen
was in Regina when he noticed 

the same kind of telephone by the
Rider's bench. He asked QB Durant, 

"Is that the hotline to God?"
Durant said, "Yes, and if you want to use 

it, it will cost you a

Glen looked incredulously at Durant and said, "Wait a
second, I 

just paid $200 in Montreal and $500 in Edmonton to use
the same 

phone to God! Why do the Riders only charge a

Durant replied, "Because in Saskatchewan, it's a local

That's about all for today folks, enjoy the weekend and Go Riders Go !!!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Monday Morning Metal...

VINNIE PAUL Says He Will Not Be Smoking The Peace Pipe With PHILIP ANSELMO - Nov. 21, 2010

Jeff Salamon of Texas Monthly recently conducted an interview with HELLYEAH/ex-PANTERA drummer Vinnie Paul Abbott. A couple of excerpts from the chat follow below.

Texas Monthly: Before "Cowboys From Hell", you guys were a typical eighties glam metal band — you had the teased hair, the spandex, the makeup — and then on this record your sound got a lot heavier and your look got a lot grimier. Which change came first? The look or the sound?

Vinnie: It was a combination. MEGADETH called [late PANTERA guitarist and Vinnie Paul's brother] Dimebag up and pretty much offered him the world to come play guitar with them, but he turned them down. And we all went, "Wow, we gotta do something here to turn this band into something special." Our independent releases were kind of mimicking the bands we were listening to at the time, so basically we said, "Let's get rid of these magic clothes — they don't play music for us. Let's strip this thing down." We were ready to do something new — keep the hillbilly roots that we had from Texas but kick it up a notch.

Texas Monthly: What do you mean by your "hillbilly roots?"

Vinnie: My dad was a country musician, so we had David Allan Coe and lots of other country music playing around the house all the time. If you take the riff from the song "Cowboys From Hell" and really break it down, it's almost a hillbilly guitar riff: dekka dekka dekka dekka dekka dekka dekka dek. We just took that kind of vibe and put this heavy metal machine behind it.

Texas Monthly: I know that when PANTERA broke up there was a lot of bad blood between you and [vocalist] Phil Anselmo. Did you guys have to deal with each other at all to put this reissue out?

Vinnie: Nah, nah. I did everything that I could to make sure it was as good as it could be, and he contributed his part, and I think we did the fans justice by all being part of it.

Texas Monthly: In his liner notes Anselmo goes on and on about how great all of you guys are, as if he's trying to bury the hatchet. But in your liner notes you take a subtle dig at him by writing, "Phil was very different at the time — very honest and open with his lyrics." Should I assume that you're not going to smoke the peace pipe?

Vinnie: That's a pretty good assumption. I'll leave it at that.


That's it today for the metal, time to talk football !!

Man, what a game yesterday.  Did anyone else almost have a heart attack when Grice-Mullen fumbled the ball the Freeman jumped on it ?  Wow.

I love beating Calgary, I hate the stamps.  They have always been, and always will be an arrogant and cocky team.  Take a read of this article from columnist Rob Vanstone...he puts is PERFECTLY !!

VANSTONE: Riders play the right way

By Rob Vanstone, Leader-Post November 21, 2010 Comments (8)

•Story REGINA — Brandon Browner ended up with more grabs than Andy Fantuz. Ultimately, that was hugely beneficial to the Saskatchewan Roughriders.

Once again, Browner held Fantuz — the Roughriders' leading receiver — without a catch. But the officials caught Browner, at long last, and the CFL's West Division final irreversibly turned in favour of Saskatchewan.

If you appreciate karma, you have to like the Roughriders' 20-16 victory over the host Calgary Stampeders. The outcome looked as good on the Roughriders as it did on the Stampeders. Both sides got exactly what they deserved.

The Roughriders are off to Sunday's Grey Cup against the Montreal Alouettes.

The Stampeders are off, period.

Saskatchewan went ahead to stay with 2:10 remaining in the third quarter, when Wes Cates barged four yards to paydirt. On the previous play, Browner had been flagged for illegal contact on Fantuz, who was flagrantly held by the Stampeders' defensive back.

Truth be known, Fantuz had been repeatedly tugged and grabbed by Browner for the better part of two games. In defending Fantuz, the Stampeders opted for Greco-Roman coverage, as opposed to man-to-man or zone.

For the most part, it was successful. Fantuz, who amassed a league-high 1,380 receiving yards during the regular season, was held — literally — without a catch throughout two consecutive games against Calgary.

But when the Stampeders could ill afford an infraction, flags flew — in the very same end of McMahon Stadium where a too-many-men-on-the-field penalty scuttled the Roughriders' Grey Cup hopes against Montreal last Nov. 29.

Montreal ended up winning, 28-27, leaving the Roughriders to attempt to explain and digest what happened during the infamous 13th-man incident. That topic will certainly be raised every 3.2 seconds as Grey Cup week unfolds in Edmonton but, for now, the Roughriders have every reason to savour Sunday's conquest. The Stampeders, by contrast, have every reason to feel sheepish, even embarrassed, over a home-field loss. Perhaps Sunday's loss will prove to be the intervention the Stampeders needed.

For too long, the Stampeders have strutted and taunted and disrespected their opposition, not to mention their sport. Even while the Stampeders were assuming an 11-0 lead, their lack of discipline was evident. Calgary head coach John Hufnagel even lamented the disciplinary issue during a typically truncated interview at halftime.

So, naturally, the Stampeders failed to get the message. Romby Bryant was called for mindlessly taunting Riders safety James Patrick after a 36-yard reception. The 10-yard infraction moved the Stampeders out of field-goal range.

Earlier, Calgary's Dwight Anderson — the league's most notorious trash-talker — had been nailed for unnecessary roughness in the waning seconds of the first half, following a touchdown pass from Darian Durant to Cary Koch.

The penalty to Anderson should have served as a warning to the insufferably cocky Stampeders, but these guys don't get it. Chances are they never will.

The Roughriders are the worthiest of West Division champions because they are the antithesis of the flaky team they defeated on Sunday.

Do not misinterpret this. Saskatchewan's victory in the division final was not entirely attributable to Calgary's meltdowns, although they didn't hurt.

The tone was set on the game's opening play, when Stampeders running back Joffrey Reynolds was stuffed by a hobbling Barrin Simpson. With one hit, Simpson conveyed an emphatic message. It was going to be a different game.

The Roughriders bent on occasion, as is inevitable in the CFL, but the Stampeders did not have nearly enough answers for Gary Etcheverry's unpredictable defence. Jerrell Freeman, in particular, gave the Stampeders fits while attacking them from every direction.

Were he a Stampeder, Freeman would have gyrated and very publicly congratulated himself after registering a tackle, a sack or a key hit. Freeman was excited, to be certain, but never excessive following a series of robust plays. His command performance is a major reason why the Roughriders will participate in the 98th Grey Cup.

The Rider Nation is understandably jubilant over Sunday's result. But the Roughriders' victory should also be applauded by people who enjoy seeing the game played the right way.

In every respect, the Roughriders are the class of the West Division.


And of course, all the article's I read this morning talk about how the referee's lost the game for the stamps.  The fact is, we played better and won the game.  I wonder if John Hufnagel is going to resign Browner and Anderson this offseason (calgary 2 most cockiest and arrogant players).  I think they need a new direction, one without these 2 clowns.  If was great watching Browner pout on the bench and kick towels around after his penalties.  Suck it up buddy !!


enough of that, here is a pic of Jono and I from the game yesterday.


Have a good day folks !

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Free Fact Friday...(late edition)

Today's daily dump

Work Poo

You have just returned from an all-you-can-eat Chinese lunch buffet and are settling into your desk when the rumbling begins.  You attempt to pass off the gurgling and bloating as mere has but soon realize that this is the real deal.  It's game time.  You are on the verge of a Work Poo, and an unplanned one at that.  You desperately attempt to stifle the urge while quickly taking stock of your surroundings, noting the locations and types of bathrooms (unisex, multiple stalls, etc.)  and amount of ambient noise.  You can only hope and pray for a quick, quiet, and odorless expulsion.  Despite the urgency, don't forget the rules of the Work Poo (most importantly, try to find a private bathroom in a different part of the building).


So those of you may know allready, i have a son, his name is Ryder.  Many people have asked as to why I haven't blogged about him yet.  No real reason, just lazy I guess.  So this is my first official blog about him.  The little man was born on Sept. 18 2010, full name is Ryder Curtis Veale.

I thought I would check on the Internet to see who else was born on this day, here are a few:

Billy Drago, the dude from 'The Untouchables".  I love that movie.  I still use quotes from that movie, especially "Let's go do some good...!!"

Jada Pinkett Smith, the Fresh Prince of Bel Aire's wife

Scotty Bowman, I think this guy is a coach that has couple wins and stanley cups.

Ronaldo, soccer player, enough said.

But probably most importantly, Keeley Hazell was born on the same day as Ryder.  She is England's version of Paris Hilton.  But she is known for her natural size 32 E jugs.

There likely are others, but don't have time to search the net all day.

Having a son has completely changed my life, for the good.  Before, I could go to the gym whenever I wanted, meet the boys for beers whenever I wanted, etc.  Now everything has to be planned out.  You just can't leave the house when you want, you have to make sure the wife is willing to look after the boy while you are out.  A lot of the times, the wife has been looking after boy all day, so dad babysits the entire evening.  It does make the scheduling tough.

But it is great to see him acknowledge you, start smiling, and all the other things babies do when they are in their infant stages.

The boy is going to grow up and be a 'closet' metal head like his father, whether the mother likes it or not.  Just wait until I start piping Metallica into the babies room while he sleeps. 

Ryder doesn't quite have control of his own digits yet, so him producing the rock n roll 'horns' is tough to do.

Here is what the horns should look like.

Here is Ryder doing them (with help from father)

Now, I could bombard you with a tons of pics of Ryder, he is just so damn cute, but I won't.  But I will share one pic with you, it's Ryder doing his Gene Simmons impersonation.


Huge Rider game this Sunday.  I am nervous allready.  Yep, a high of -15 with tons of snow.  I think I'll be watching it at home.


L8er !!!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

My diet, day one.

Here's the skinny.  I figure I need to shed a few pounds and kickstart my 'healty' routine again.  What better than a diet to get things going.

I ended up choosing the Sacred Heart Medical Diet.

Here is the details of it here.

So to start off, I weigh 200.  So after 7 days we'll see where I stand.

Day one was fine, fruit and the soup.  First off, let me tell you that the soup taste's awesome !!  Nothing worse that going on a diet and eating crap food, but this soup is really good.

Day one is complete.  Day two today.  I will with myself after 3 days and see if I have lost any Doug (weight).


L8er Sk8er

Monday, November 15, 2010

Monday Morning Metal

SEBASTIAN BACH Arrested, Charged With Assault - Nov. 15, 2010

According to QMI Agency, former SKID ROW singer Sebastian Bach was charged with assault after a wine glass was smashed at a downtown Peterborough, Ontario, Canada bar and a staff member was bitten, police say.

Police said a man was at Riley's Old Towne Pub early Monday morning when he got into a dispute with the staff and was asked to leave at 12:02 a.m.

He walked to the door carrying a glass of wine, police said, and when he was told he couldn't leave with it he threw it at the front doors, shattering the glass.

Police said a staff member restrained him until officers arrived, and while they waited a scuffle ensued and the man bit him on his left hand.

When officers searched him they found 1.95 grams of marijuana.

Bach, 42, has been charged with assault, possession of marijuana and mischief.


BRET MICHAELS Says POISON And MÖTLEY CRÜE Will Join Forces For North American Tour - Nov. 14, 2010

According to The Windsor Star, POISON singer Bret Michaels announced during last night's (Saturday, November 13) solo concert at Caesars Casino in Windsor, Ontario, Canada that POISON and MÖTLEY CRÜE will celebrate their 25th and 30th anniversaries, respectively, in 2011 by joining forces for a tour. No further information is currently available.

In a February 2004 online posting, MÖTLEY CRÜE bassist Nikki Sixx shot down reports that his then-band BRIDES OF DESTRUCTION would be touring later that year with POISON and KISS. "No way in fucking hell would we (BRIDES OF DESTRUCTION or MÖTLEY CRÜE) ever, ever tour with a fucking band like POISON," he wrote. "We have had talks with KISS and I told them very clearly that we would not do the tour if they used POISON. That would be the death of us... I will not be attached to that kind of fake bullshit..." When questioned about his comments in a May 2004 interview with the Stamford Advocate, Sixx explained, "I was in negotiations and said it depends who else is on the tour. If you're going to do a nostalgia thing, we're not interested. If you go get JET or THE DARKNESS, it sounds like fun. All of a sudden they come back with KISS, the BRIDES and POISON! There ain't no way in hell I'm doing that tour. I will not play with fucking POISON. There are followers and leaders. I'm not into followers."

During a July 2005 interview with the Fox 2 TV network, Sixx famously closed out the four-minute chat by calling the interviewer "an asshole" after he was asked the question, "Who rocked harder in the '80s: MÖTLEY CRÜE or POISON?"

When POISON drummer Rikki Rockett was questioned in an August 2006 interview with about Sixx being abrasively vocal in his displeasure about being categorized alongside POISON, Rikki replied, "Nikki really needs to get over it. I don't think a forty-something-year-old man should be acting like that; you'd think with all that Nikki has been through, he wouldn't care about these dumb little rivalries."


Huge win by the Riders yesterday.  Man, they sure don't make it easy.   Double overtime, only in the CFL, which is why more and more I can't stand the NFL.

Really though, why can't we start playing until the 2nd half ?  We could have blown them out if Durant was on his mark.  Oh well, you can always critique the game afterwards i guess.

Now on to the Stamps !!

Wether the Stamps want to admit it or not, the Riders playing in the Western Final is the best thing that could have happened financially.  Now the stadium will be sold out, and more revenue for the team and the city.  The Stamps should be congratulating the Riders right now.


Wow, I went to the fights and a hockey game broke out...anyone see the game between the oilers and the rangers yesterday ?  Gotta love Sean Avery, always sparking things up.  This guy will get his, eventually.

Here's the first one.

And the second.

And the 3rd

And the 4th

And the 5th


The best part of yesterday's game was that my sister was there, check out the pic that Gene Pricipe took and put on his twitter account.


I am out !!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Free Fact Fridays...

Today's Daily Dump.

Courtesy Flush.

The Courtesy Flush is an act of flushing immediately upon defecation to minimize total odor exposure time.  Most ofter employed in a public facility, this technique has also been used to disguise embarrassing sounds that may result, say, from a bout of explosive diarrhea. 


I thought it was funny last week during the CFL playoffs, the Lions beat the TiCats, so the Lions were cheering for the Riders.  If the Riders beat the Eskimos, then the Lions are in the playoffs, but if the Esks beat the Riders, the Esks were in the playoffs.  So even though they didn't want to, the Lions were cheering for the Riders to win.

I thought this tweet from Geroy Simon was hilarious, during the Rider game last week (he was regretfully cheering for the riders)..

geroysimon Geroy Simon

I've got that Rider pride feeling deep inside....... lol! Just threw up in my mouth!


Was able to track down an elementary school picture from back in the day, check it out.


This is my cousin Lacey's contribution to the Halloween Pumpkin carving up in Fort Mac.


This has to be one of the funniest jokes I have ever read.  Click on the picture and it will open up, so you can view it bigger.


Wow, am i out of shape.  To kickstart things, I am going to do the Sacred Heart diet starting on Monday.  I'll tell you more about it next week.  I figure if I can jumpstart my health, then I will be good after that.  We'll see.


I am out !!

Day late Monday Morning Metal, and other shiznit...

Theft From SLIPKNOT Bassist's Grave - Nov. 8, 2010

The surviving members of SLIPKNOT — whose bassist, Paul Gray, passed away in May — have posted the following message on their MySpace page:

"In a very upsetting turn of events we have learned that some gifts left for Paul at his gravesite have been stolen. There were statues of a gargoyle as well as a Buddah that were placed at Paul's grave by his friends and family that were taken. We ask that whoever did this please return the items no questions asked. If anyone has any information about the stolen items please let us know by posting in the comments. Thank you for your continued support in this trying time."

Gray's body was found on May 24 in a hotel room in a Des Moines, Iowa suburb. A coroner ruled that the 38-year-old musician died of an accidental overdose of morphine.

SLIPKNOT dedicated its new two-disc DVD, "(sic)nesses", to Gray, writing in the DVD's liner notes, "Paul Dedrick Gray, No. 2, was one of the founding members of our band. SLIPKNOT was everything Paul ever wanted and needed. He lived and breathed SLIPKNOT to its fullest potential every day. He also loved each and every fan of the band. The maggots were everything to him ... Paul was the type of person who would help keep you in check. He would do everything he could to keep the band's closeness in tact. He'd even give you the shirt off his back, with no questions asked."

The message went on to praise Gray not only as "a musical genius," but also as "a great son, brother, [and] husband," and promises that, though he may be gone, SLIPKNOT will never truly forget his contributions to the band, which extended far beyond the music.

"The times we shared with him over the last 15 years are irreplaceable and unforgettable," the message read. "We wake up every day and still it's hard to comprehend that one of our brothers has fallen. Life is not the same and never will be the same, nor will the band. Not a day will go by where we won't say his name.

"This is in remembrance of one of the greatest musicians, songwriters, and friends that we eight have ever had the pleasure to know.

"Paul, we know you're out there and we know you will be with us forever. We love you, we miss you and there are no other words to explain this void ... Thank you for everything you were, and everything you gave us in this life. Until we meet again, brother."


METALLICA Wants To Write New Music In 2011 - Nov. 8, 2010

METALLICA will wind down the touring cycle behind its 2008 album "Death Magnetic" later this month in New Zealand, with the band having been on the road for more than two years. While there are possibilities for more live work in 2011, drummer Lars Ulrich told The Pulse of Radio that the band is starting to get the songwriting itch too. "There's a bunch of balls in the air for 2011, but I think the main one is we really want to get back to writing again," he said. "We haven't really written since, what, '06, '07, and we want to get back to kind of just being creative again. Right now we are going to just chill out and then probably start up again in, I'd say, March or April, and start probably putting the creative cap back on and start writing some songs."

Ulrich recently told England's Classic Rock magazine that more "Big Four" shows, featuring METALLICA along with SLAYER, ANTHRAX and MEGADETH, could happen in 2011 or 2012. Ulrich said, "The vibe on this thing is so big, we'd be stupid to ignore it. You know on your iPhone, you can move the weather maps up and down? Well, the 'Big Four' is quickly moving up to the top in terms of potential occurrences for the next couple of years."

The "Big Four" package played festivals across Europe throughout the early part of summer, with the four veteran speed metal bands sharing the stage together for the first time ever. Although there were no U.S. dates, one of the shows in Bulgaria was beamed via satellite to U.S. movie theatres.

The possible recurrence of the "Big Four" tour may put plans on hold for METALLICA to stage a massive live show next year that co-manager Peter Mensch said last March would rival PINK FLOYD's "The Wall" and would play just 10 dates.

Ulrich admitted that such a project has been on the band's minds, saying, "We have been kicking some ideas around about doing some stuff that — how shall I say it — is pretty theatrical . . . We might incorporate a lot of different ideas, instead of it being one particular thing. It would be a multitude of theatrical elements, maybe as an idea for a one-off tour or something."

Although Ulrich says that he's looking forward to taking "at least six months off" once the band completes its current tour this fall, he added, "I would champion trying to do (the 'Big Four' tour) in 2011 or 2012, obviously in England and the United States. It's just a matter of logistics."


Now, the nerd played his 1,000 game in the NHL last week.  For those of you that don't know who the nerd is, I am talking about Ryan Smyth.  Good of smitty started his career with the Edmonton Oilers and was traded to the Islanders a few years back.  He now plays for the LA Kings.
During a practise last week, all the of Kings players wore 'mullets' in honor/mock the nerd for playing in 1,000 games.

It's pretty funny, check out the video.


When was the last time you had one of these ?
Wimp and I went to the local Mac's convenience store a picked a couple up.  Man, these things are good.
Some people like to call them 'frosters', some call them 'slurpees', I tend to call them what they were originally called way back in the day, 'slush cats'.


Finally, the Riders won a game.  I can sleep well at night now.  They really looked good in the 3rd quarter, kind of like they did in their first 6 games.  Let's hope they keep the momentum and smash the Leo's this Saturday.

The best part of the win was that I got a 26 of Wiser's off Lutz.


Out !!

Friday, November 5, 2010

Free Fact Fridays

Todays Daily Dump.

Gift Poo.
Surprise !!
A Gift Poo is a dump that someone left behind in a toilet without flushing.  They come in all shapes and sizes and are most prevalent in public restrooms and fraternity houses.  These gifts are sometimes left as trophies to anonymously show off accomplishments, or sometimes as pranks, or occasionally as absentminded accidents (often resulting from multitaskers trying to talk on the cell phone and wanting to avoid the flush that gives them away).  The origins of these poos may remain a mystery, but they can linger anywhere from minutes to days, depending on when the gift is first seen or smelled.


Best Hockey Jig Ever ?

Oh no, this coach is turning these kids into a bunch of Sean Avery's !!  haha.  This is really cute.  I probably wouldn't normally say the word cute, but now that I am a father, I say it.


Now this is funny, take a read.  You got to have a sense of humor, even during a losing streak.

Regina (SBP) — Making the most of their centennial anniversary season, the Saskatchewan Roughriders have given fans a treat of yesteryear by losing 4 games in a row. The month long slump is part of the teams “Retro Month” where fans are encouraged to focus on the 11 year span in the 1970s and 80s where the team failed to make the playoffs.

“Even though I wasn’t even born during that time, it is truly an honour to help fans relive such a prominent part of Roughrider history,” said a Rider kick returner as he practiced fumbling kicks, “You really can feel the ghosts of mediocrity of days gone by.”

Fans have gotten into the spirit of the promotion as well.

“I remember when my dad would take me to games and watch the Riders get soundly beat,” reminisced a fan, “I remember how he’d blaspheme, drop f-bombs, and throw his 50-50 tickets in disgust every game. Then we’d go for ice cream after and I’d listen to him bitch about how the Riders are never, ever going to win a Grey Cup in his lifetime. Ever. Oh, and why the hell did he bother to come to games in the first damned place.

“You really can’t recreate memories like that. Well, not until now, that is.”

During the month long drought, the Roughriders have done their utmost best to recreate the despondent feeling fans had in the late 70s and 80s. Whether it be fumbled kickoffs, untimely interceptions or just plain acting like they had their heads up their collective asses, the Roughriders have brought back those 11 playoff-free years with an excruciating attention to detail.

Other fans were also reminded of another dry spell the team went through during the late 1990s.

“Ah, yes, the thug and gangsta era,” said a fan as he smiled just thinking about it, “What a time to be alive! We had a ‘medically addicted’ quarterback who would create at least four turnovers before the first half. People would be yelling for the 50-50 draw to be called earlier and earlier just so they could go home at a decent hour.

“Back in those days, when you boo-ed a team off the field, it really meant something deep down inside. They don’t make shitty teams like that anymore. Nope, no sir.”

The football club will be concluding the retro month with an unveiling of a special logo for the final home game against Edmonton this Saturday. The logo is indicative of the infamous 11 year drought with an “L” encircled by wheat.

“We figured, what the hell, the fans have been buying anything with a Rider logo on it this year, why not something that reminds them of a time when a win was something that happened only once in awhile,” said a marketing assistant, “I mean, we don’t have a heck of a lot of success to draw from. There’s only three championships in a hundred years. You start to run out of positive things to say after a day or so.”

Fans are reminded that, should the Riders decide to extend the retro promotion with a loss against Edmonton this Saturday, VHS tapes of the 1989 Grey Cup are still sitting on someone’s bookshelf somewhere, just waiting to be viewed.


An interesting stat was brought to my attention by Big D.  Raffi Torres' hat trick the other night was the first time a former oiler has ever scored a hat trick against his old team.


I really hope the Riders can snap out of the losing streak this weekend.  I have a bottle of Wiser's riding on this game, so let's pull it out for Egger eh boys ?


I am outta here !!!  L8er

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Taker Vs. Brock ?

I know this obviously won't happen, but this was kind of cool.  After Brock lost his UFC fight to Cain, an interview was being done ringside with Taker, check it out..pretty cool.


Congrats to the SF Giants for winning the world series.  I personally was cheering for the Rangers.  I can't believe how good the Giants pitching was.  Their starters and bullpen were unhittable.  They deserved to win.


Check out this story, it is a bit of a long read, but wow.  Just a day in the life of Dana White.

So I’m out in Vegas with Dana White, and we’re driving to his house to eat dinner and he starts checking his messages.

He listens to one, kind of shakes his head and laughs, then he gives me that look like he’s glad I’m there because he couldn’t make this stuff up. It’s Snoop Dogg. White hits the speakerphone.

“Dana White . . .” it starts. “I’m trying to go to the Rampage Jackson-Evans fight. My people reached out to your people and they said it was sold out. From you to me, me to you. . . . Come on, man, let’s make it official. It’s Snoop!”

White cracks up. He’s got huge shoulders and they shake when he laughs. Then he looks down at his phone again like it’s no big deal. He’s always looking at that phone, even when he’s driving. He’s not the sort of guy who worries about a crash.

“Are you buddies with Snoop?” I ask. He looks up from his phone and smiles. “I guess we are now.”

It’s 6 p.m. on the Thursday before Memorial Day, and Dana White is the king of Las Vegas. In case you don’t already know, White is the president and part owner of the Ultimate Fighting Championship, which means he’s the guy in charge of the biggest organization in mixed martial arts, which may well be the world’s fastest-growing sport. This is about to be one of the craziest weekends of his crazy life; in two days one of the most-hyped fights in the UFC’s history is going down, plus he’s got 125,000 fight junkies coming to town for the UFC’s second fan expo. The ride from his office to his house takes about 12 minutes, and he’s just trying to return a bunch of calls so he can relax and eat pizza with his family before the real chaos begins.

“Mike, how are you?”

Mike Tyson wants tickets, too.

“Anything for you, brother,” he tells Tyson, one of his childhood idols. “You know that.”

Then he calls his agent, Ari Emanuel. Yes, that Ari Emanuel – the guy who’s the basis for the Ari Gold character on HBO’s Entourage and the brother of White House chief of staff Rahm Emanuel. He doesn’t answer, but he texts right back to say he’s at a Lakers game and can’t hear anything.

As he pulls the Range Rover into his subdivision, White hits the speakerphone and makes one more call.

“What’s up, mother [expletive]?” the voice says. It’s the actor David Spade.

Spade is a regular at the fights, and White’s all over him trying to convince him to come out early for a big party he’s throwing at Mandalay Bay on Friday night featuring Gavin Rossdale and his band, Bush. (Rossdale is another buddy, who just played an acoustic set at the opening of White’s “sick” new beach house in Laguna Beach.) Spade tells him he’s got friends in town, and . . .

“Slap your [expletive] friends around and tell ’em, ‘Let’s go, we’re going Friday.’ ” White is really giving it to him now. “Show your buddies who the [expletive] movie star is.”

I forgot to mention that there’s a guy from White’s entourage in the back seat, filming the whole thing, and it will go up as a video blog on YouTube for the hundreds of thousands who follow White’s life religiously.

As far as lives go, it’s a surreal one to follow. Nine years ago, Dana White and mixed martial arts were fringe pipsqueaks in the world of sports. Now the UFC – that franchise with the alpha-dudes brawling in a chain-link octagon – is an empire, and White is its ruler and biggest star. He took this brutal hybrid of boxing and wrestling and judo and other disciplines that’s been called “human cockfighting” and a lot worse, and unseated boxing as the main event in combat. The UFC has shattered records in pay-per-view television. On cable’s Spike TV, 2.2 million people watch its reality show, The Ultimate Fighter, each week; overall, UFC programming reaches 147 countries and territories. Its video game, “UFC: Undisputed 2009,” sold 4 million units worldwide. Two years ago, Forbes magazine estimated the company was worth $1 billion. And it’s only grown since then.

And at the center of it all is a Southie guy – a 41-year-old former boxer and doorman who has reportedly raked in $200 million and become one of the most powerful men in sports. When I met him, he’d just come back from being a featured speaker at the annual Microsoft CEO Summit along with Warren Buffett and Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner. But he’s still a fighter at heart, with a look (shaved head, thick neck, top-heavy build) and tongue to match (the f-bomb is his favorite noun, verb, and exclamation).

At the end of this month, the UFC will make its Massachusetts debut. That’s when fans paying anywhere from $75 to $600 a ticket will stream into the TD Garden. And that’s when White’s surreal life will come full circle. Back to Boston. Back to his roots in the fight business. And back to the scene of the only fight he ever walked away from.


White was born in Manchester, Connecticut, spent his early years in Ware, Massachusetts, and grew up in Vegas with his mother and sister. As a kid, he loved boxing but didn’t always channel his aggression the right way. He was more of a punk than a delinquent and got kicked out of the same Catholic high school twice (the second time for repeatedly kicking a nun’s classroom door shut). He wound up finishing his senior year in Levant, Maine, where his grandparents lived. After graduating, he went back to Vegas for a little while. When his mother, a nurse, moved to Boston, he went to visit her and decided to make the move, too. He got a job as a doorman at the Black Rose in Faneuil Hall, got fired for fighting, took a job paving roads, then worked as a bellman at the Boston Harbor Hotel. The money was good, but he wanted to get back into boxing, so he sought out Peter Welch, a legendary Southie boxer, to become his trainer. At first, Welch didn’t want anything to do with him.

“There are guys that come to me all the time and say they want to be a fighter,” Welch says, so he’ll always put them right in the ring and hope taking a couple punches will get them out the door again. “But that wasn’t Dana. From the first blow he took on his chin he proved he had the stuff to stick around the game.”

They trained in the McDonough Gym, an old boxing dive behind the courthouse in Southie, and White went to school in the ring and on the corners. “People always ask me about going to college,” says White, who dropped out of

UMass-Boston after a few classes. “I went to the University of South Boston, that’s where I went. I learned the fight business there. I became a part of that neighborhood. Obviously there’s a lot of great things I can tell you about Southie, but let’s face it, Southie’s streets – there was some hardcore stuff there.”

To pay the bills, White worked with Welch teaching private boxing lessons – the beginning of the boxing-as-fitness craze – to ordinary folks. White couldn’t afford a car, and Welch remembers him riding a mountain bike through the snow, 80 pounds of boxing gear in a hockey bag on his back, to wherever they paid him to go.

White eventually gave up on his own boxing dream and devoted himself to being a trainer. Then one day in the summer of 1995, while he was in the middle of teaching a class at the Boston Athletic Club in Southie, two men walked in and told him he had to go outside with them. They were, White says, from the Irish mob.

“The details of what went down were a little cloudy, but the bottom line was: You owe us some money,” he says. “I don’t know why they were [expletive] with me, what the real reason was, but to come after me and bust my balls and try to shake me down was a little weird. They wanted a couple grand from me . . . and I said, ‘I don’t have it.’ They said, ‘Get it from your girlfriend.’ I said, ‘She doesn’t have it, either.’ They said, ‘Well, you better figure it out.’ ”

A couple weeks later, his phone rang. The caller told him he had till that Sunday to pay them, he says, “or we’ll kill you.”

He took his dog for a walk. He’ll never forget that feeling. He was looking over his shoulder, feeling scared and crazy and alone. He wasn’t going to pay them; that much was certain. He went back to his apartment, packed some clothes, left everything else, and got on a flight to Vegas.

White has told this story many times. It’s one-sided and seems almost mythical, but no one has challenged him on it, and no one can challenge him on what it did to his life.

“When you talk about stuff like destiny, and [expletive] that happens for a reason, if that isn’t proof, then what is?” he says. “What are the odds that a kid who’s riding a [expletive] mountain bike around Southie, teaching housewives and businessmen and kids how to box, is going to be shaken down to the point where he’s like, ‘[Expletive] this, I’m out of here,’ and leaves?

“And then,” he adds, pausing, “this [expletive] happens.”

“This” is what happened when he took on another fight everyone said he couldn’t win and did.

When he went back to Vegas, he worked as a boxing trainer, and then one night he and two high school friends ran into one of the early UFC fighters and asked him to teach them a few things about the sport. The UFC was formed nearly 20 years ago as a series of pay-per-view events created to answer the question of whether a boxer could beat a kung fu specialist, or a wrestler could beat a kickboxer, etc. As the sport evolved, it became clear you needed a mastery of all the different disciplines, what is now known as mixed martial arts, or MMA. White got heavy into the world of MMA – “It’s the answer to the ultimate question: Who’s the baddest dude in the world?” – and became the manager for two of its first stars, Chuck Liddell and Tito Ortiz. In 2001, he learned that the UFC was in financial trouble. White put together a deal with those two high school friends, brothers Frank and Lorenzo Fertitta (who happened to be from the family that owns the Station casinos), who bought the UFC for $2 million, made White president, and gave him 10 percent of the company.

At the time, MMA was a mess. There were hardly any rules, it was banned in nearly every state, and it had been pulled from pay-per-view. But White believed the sport could take off if he could just get enough people to see it. Four years later, the UFC was $44 million in the hole. There was talk of selling it or folding it. But then two things started to go their way. With revamped rules designed to keep the fighters safer, White began to have success getting MMA sanctioned across the nation and in foreign countries. Time limits and rounds were introduced – UFC bouts are three rounds of five minutes each, with title fights five rounds – and such tactics as head-butting and eye-gouging were outlawed. White likes to point out that there’s never been a death or serious injury in the UFC’s history. “You can’t say that about cheerleading,” he says. Today, MMA fights are sanctioned in 44 states including Massachusetts, which lifted its ban last year. (New York remains one of the holdouts, but debate continues in the state Legislature on whether to legalize it.)

But the real turning point for the UFC came in 2005, when White and the Fertitta brothers persuaded Spike TV to carry The Ultimate Fighter by paying production costs. The show took off, the sport exploded, and White thinks this is just the beginning. He’ll tell anyone who will listen that this sport is going to be bigger than the NFL, bigger than soccer, “bigger than anything.” Call him crazy. It won’t be the first time.


We get to White’s house and it’s huge, but kind of understated. Then he takes me over to a giant curtain in his living room, hits a button, and reveals a swimming pool straight out of a Disney resort. This thing has cliffs and waterfalls and a grotto, and the second it was done the board at his subdivision told him he needed to tear it down. Every month, he says, they fine him, something like $2,000 or $2,500. “My kids love it,” he says as he hits another button to start the waterfalls. “I’m never [expletive] tearing this thing down.”

His boys, Dana, 9, and Aidan, 8, start having a fight with foam swords in the living room. Dad jumps in with some foam nunchuks and loses to the boys. They both study MMA. His wife, Anne, whom White has known since the eighth grade, is sitting on the couch watching The Hangover with one of White’s uncles. White’s 3-year-old daughter, Savannah, chases their two little dogs. His father stops in, as does his sister-in-law and her daughter. They order some pizzas, and White goes out to meet the delivery guy. A few minutes later, the guy calls back and tells White he gave him way too much money. White tells him it was no mistake; the guy says he can request him in the future.

Now White wants to play some cards. He’s got two hours to kill until he has to go inspect the fan expo, so we hop back in the Range Rover and drive to the Palace Station Casino. As we pull up to the valet, White pulls out a softball-sized wad of hundreds and peels one off. All weekend, I’ll watch as everyone who opens a door or pushes an elevator button gets one or two or three.

“I want to show you my two Ferraris,” he says to me as we get out of the car. They’re parked right out front. They have dust on them; he can’t remember when he left them there.

The Palace Station is his spot because it’s low-key by Vegas standards. It’s off the Strip, and he can play cards without getting too “smashed,” which is what his entourage calls the fan freakout that follows him everywhere. This drives the entourage crazy, because White stops and talks to every fan, asks where they’re from, listens to what they have to say. Even on a quiet night in a quiet casino, we get stopped a half-dozen times on the short walk to the tables.

Bobby Moore, a Southie guy who used to be one of White’s clients back at the gym, meets us at a blackjack table and the entourage is all here. It’s actually kind of puny. At events, he’ll have a bodyguard and an assistant or two following him, but for a night out it’s just Moore and Elliott Raymond, the videographer from the car. He’s a photographer who came to town a few years ago to shoot White for a magazine and hit it off.

We sit at the table. White is wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and Adidas Gazelles, which is what all the Southie guys wore back when he was one of them. He plays $25,000 in his first hand and wins. He looks at me and says his life is actually pretty simple: He does his job, he spends time with his kids, and he plays cards to relax. It’s just that the stakes are different now. Forty minutes later, Dana White has lost a half-million dollars like it’s nothing. Because it is. He’s won and lost a million plenty of times, he says.

“This is the only thing that relaxes me, bro.”


It’s fight night and we’re driving behind the MGM Grand in one of his Ferraris, talking about what happens with a good idea. What happens is it seems obvious in retrospect. People see White with all this money, money no one can believe he has because for the longest time he was the only one who believed in what he was selling. And now that he’s proved he was right, a lot of people with a lot of money have tried to take a piece of the action.

White is always as blunt as he is approachable – he shoulder hugs almost everyone he meets, even random fans – but he’s a man used to having near absolute authority. White runs the day-to-day operations of the organization, while Lorenzo Fertitta focuses more on the global brand, with Frank Fertitta having a minimal role. So White’s not just the chief promoter and deal maker; he’s also, with his fighters, judge and jury. And when he’s challenged, the fighter in him comes out. There are lots of people who don’t like MMA, including The New York Times editorial board and the British Medical Association, because they think it’s ultra-violent and should be banned. For the critics, White has a simple answer: “If you don’t like it, don’t watch it.” In the past, he’s clashed with some fighters over their pay (stars can make more than a half million for a fight; newcomers can make as little as $6,000, with another $6,000 if they win), and the amount of control he has over their careers (the UFC has no ranking system; White arranges the fights he thinks the fans want to see), and he won’t hesitate to cut a fighter loose. On the flip side, White is famous for handing out discretionary bonuses for fighters who really throw down (he says he’s gone up to a million for a single fight) and has welcomed back fighters who once feuded with him.

Mark Cuban and Donald Trump are two of the big-money guys who have sniffed around White’s castle. Trump was involved in a rival group run by the clothing company Affliction. Cuban staged his own MMA fights for his HDNet television channel, and lured one of the UFC’s stars, Randy Couture. But White took them both on, and won. Affliction has folded and Cuban is now a bondholder in the UFC (though his rights are fairly limited). Another group, Strike Force, has a deal with CBS and Showtime to air a few fights a year. As he pulls the Ferrari into the back entrance of the hotel, I ask White why people think he’s an easy target. The question pushes his posture back.

“I’m flattered that we make it look so easy that these guys think they can just go out and do it,” he says. “We’re the ones that built this industry. We’re the ones that started this [expletive]. It’s like me and you sitting in my house watching NASCAR, and say, ‘Look at all the people there. What we should do is go out and steal some of their drivers and start our own thing.’ ”

And now he’s getting animated. “If you come out and say you’re going to compete against me, we’re going to compete.” He turns off the engine and looks me dead in the eye. “We’re going to fight until somebody wins or somebody loses.”

John Morgan, a reporter for the mixed martial arts website, says White’s challengers see the money but don’t necessarily understand his relentless commitment to the sport itself. “This is his passion,” Morgan says, “and he feels like they’re riding on his coattails with all the work he’s done to get this sport sanctioned.”

As we make our way up to his massive suite so he can eat and get dressed for the fight, White is still worked up. We sit down at a table, and he looks me down, like a fighter sitting in his corner ready to come out.

“Guess what? Mark Cuban owns HDNet. He owns the [Dallas Mavericks]. Donald Trump owns casinos and everything else. CBS is a television network. You know what I do? I’m in the [expletive] fight business. That’s what I do. Every day, all day, 365 days a year, seven days a week, 24 [expletive] hours a day. That’s the business I’m in. You are never gonna [expletive] beat me. Never.”

I know guys like Dana White. I grew up in Southie. And as I look at him across the table, through the haze of Ferraris and wads of cash, the entourages and the waterfalls, the celebrity phone tag and the Irish mob stories, I can still see him. He’s the fighter who knows how good he has it and what he has to do to keep it; he has to keep fighting. Dana White is the only real thing in his surreal life.


The crowd in the MGM Grand arena goes nuts when White enters, his bald head sticking out from his black Tom Ford suit. It takes forever to get to his seat because he stops for so many photos and autographs with fans. We take our seats at the ringside table with the Fertittas and their wives; Anne joins us. White gets on Twitter and starts talking up the fight. (He’s got more than a million followers.)

He puts his phone down – he’s been texting with Shaquille O’Neal, a huge UFC fan who says he wants to fight someday – and starts making the rounds. Tyson and Snoop get the shoulder hugs; he introduces himself to Sam Worthington, who starred in Avatar. He avoids Paris Hilton, who is off to the side playing on her phone and posing for photos, and goes off to chat up Spade, Forest Whitaker, and Wilmer Valderrama.

The undercard fights start and it gets real again. We’re sitting about 2 feet from “the Octagon,” and the sounds are overpowering – the explosion of legs against knees, the grunting exertion of grappling, the thunderclap of bodies hitting canvas. This is pure fighting, man-to-man combat at its most basic. At the other end of our table, NFL stars Reggie Bush and Larry Fitzgerald are wincing. But you can’t look away. It’s epic. Who’s the baddest dude?

By the time the video starts for the main event – the UFC experience involves lots of dramatic video and ear-shattering music – the crowd is going bonkers. Sugar Evans and Rampage Jackson enter the ring in grand fashion, and White is standing up like everyone else, twitching with excitement. The fight starts and Evans immediately staggers Jackson with a punch, sending the two crashing into the cage in front of us. Evans’s wife, a petite woman in a white dress, runs up behind us and yells at her husband.

“Hit him, Rashad!” she screams.

White leans into my ear. “Is your heart beating a thousand miles an hour?” he asks. I tell him it is.

“Me too.”

Monday, November 1, 2010

Monday Morning Metal...

Today's MMM will be a little different, with Halloween just passing us, I will share my spooooky weekend with you, because it does involve 'metal'.

Angel's sister was getting married this weekend in Brooks, so I had to get a costume.  I was excited for a Halloween wedding, and to dress up as a KISS character for the first time.  I decided on Ace. (Ace Frehley for you non-KISS fans).

So I went to 'The Costume Shoppe' here in Calgary, paid too much for a rental, and got my Ace Costume.

Let me tell you, putting the makeup on for this is no easy task.  With Angel being in the wedding party, she was busy the whole day which left me to look after Ryder the whole day.  Putting on KISS makeup is tough enough the way it is, now try doing it holding a baby in one arm, and putting makeup on with my other arm !!!  It took me almost 2 hours to get the makeup on and complete.

Ryder wasn't co-operating so I ended up being an hour late for the wedding.  You would think that a rockstar's entrance to a wedding would be grand, maybe a guitar, and case or whiskey, and women on either arm.  Nope, not this rock star.  I walked in right during supper so there wasn't a single person standing, and the second I walked in everyone looked over and what they saw was Ace Frehley walking in, with a baby car seat in one hand (with Ryder inside), and a diaper bag in the other hand.  Everyone started laughing, hell, I was laughing myself !!  It was funny, everyone started clapping.

I wasn't able to stay long.  Got in a couple hours of visiting, and it was time to leave and put little Ace to bed.

Attached are a few pics of my costume.  I love the boots !!


Is anyone else as fed up with the Riders as myself ?  They better bring back their desperation play come playoff time, that's all I got to say.


I am out !!