This I like. A quote from England's 'The Guardian' on "horrible corporate rock."
"Some of the corporate rockers dress as punks, but they might as well dress as King Alfonso IV of Portugal for all the relevance it has to their music."
Friday, March 28, 2003
A story came to mind today about the heyday of the Boston Bruins. Actually, it takes place in immediate pre-heyday Bruin history.
Of course, when I say ‘heyday’ I don’t mean the era in which Don Cherry was the coach. I mean the period before that, when Harry Sindon was coach, when Bobby Orr reigned at the blueline, when Esposito crashed in on net from the left wing, one hand on the stick, the other outstretched, shielding the puck.
In the mid-Sixties, the Bruins drafted a scrappy young player named Derek Sanderson. He actually assisted on Orr’s electrifying give-and-go overtime winner against the St. Louis Blues in the 1970 Stanley Cup final. He was the ‘give’ to Orr’s ‘go.’
Anyway, when Sanderson arrived in Boston for his first training camp, he was knocked headlong by legendary tough guy defenseman Ted Green. On the next shift, Sanderson went back at Green.
“Listen kid,” said an unamused Green to Sanderson. “Here’s how things work here: I hit you. You don’t hit me.”
This story came to mind after watching Boston native Paul Celluci, the U.S. Ambassador to Ottawa, fire off his “we’re upset and dissapointed” speerch about Canada’s Iraq war decision.
This country has taken a giant middle finger from the Bush adminstration ever since Dubya got into office. And when any attempt at assertiveness is made, we are basically told “we hit you, you don’t hit us.”
Having said that, I’m not particulary sold on Chretien’s foreign policy, not that I can figure out what the hell it is. It’s just the Ambassador’s failure to recognize his own country’s contribution to the current diplomatic cold spell that irks me. (Not to mention his typical American ignorance of our contribution in past conflicts, including both World Wars, but I’ll leave that for another time.)
What is doubly tiresome is the reaction by the Canadian media to the Ambassador’s rant.
“We’re in trouble,” fussed one ‘Globe and Mail’ scribe, coming across like a kid about to wet his pants. And speaking of piss, our Premier’s brother did his usual urinating from the pages of the Vancouver Sun.
The ‘National Post’ went into hysterics. At least I think they did. They spend so much time stewing in their own red, white and blue juices that it’s hard to know when they’re really upset about something. I actually rather like the ‘Post,’ as it employs many good writers. I just can’t figure out why they insist on living in a country they clearly hate.
I like the U.S.A. I grow tired of gratuitous anti-American sentiments. But why does any alternative to that kind of thinking have to involve crapping on my own country?
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My feelings are largely summed up by his article I found in the ‘Toronto Star.’
http://www.thestar.com/NASApp/cs/ContentServer?pagename=thestar/Layout/Article_Type1&call_pageid=971358637177&c=Article&cid=1035779954917
Of course, when I say ‘heyday’ I don’t mean the era in which Don Cherry was the coach. I mean the period before that, when Harry Sindon was coach, when Bobby Orr reigned at the blueline, when Esposito crashed in on net from the left wing, one hand on the stick, the other outstretched, shielding the puck.
In the mid-Sixties, the Bruins drafted a scrappy young player named Derek Sanderson. He actually assisted on Orr’s electrifying give-and-go overtime winner against the St. Louis Blues in the 1970 Stanley Cup final. He was the ‘give’ to Orr’s ‘go.’
Anyway, when Sanderson arrived in Boston for his first training camp, he was knocked headlong by legendary tough guy defenseman Ted Green. On the next shift, Sanderson went back at Green.
“Listen kid,” said an unamused Green to Sanderson. “Here’s how things work here: I hit you. You don’t hit me.”
This story came to mind after watching Boston native Paul Celluci, the U.S. Ambassador to Ottawa, fire off his “we’re upset and dissapointed” speerch about Canada’s Iraq war decision.
This country has taken a giant middle finger from the Bush adminstration ever since Dubya got into office. And when any attempt at assertiveness is made, we are basically told “we hit you, you don’t hit us.”
Having said that, I’m not particulary sold on Chretien’s foreign policy, not that I can figure out what the hell it is. It’s just the Ambassador’s failure to recognize his own country’s contribution to the current diplomatic cold spell that irks me. (Not to mention his typical American ignorance of our contribution in past conflicts, including both World Wars, but I’ll leave that for another time.)
What is doubly tiresome is the reaction by the Canadian media to the Ambassador’s rant.
“We’re in trouble,” fussed one ‘Globe and Mail’ scribe, coming across like a kid about to wet his pants. And speaking of piss, our Premier’s brother did his usual urinating from the pages of the Vancouver Sun.
The ‘National Post’ went into hysterics. At least I think they did. They spend so much time stewing in their own red, white and blue juices that it’s hard to know when they’re really upset about something. I actually rather like the ‘Post,’ as it employs many good writers. I just can’t figure out why they insist on living in a country they clearly hate.
I like the U.S.A. I grow tired of gratuitous anti-American sentiments. But why does any alternative to that kind of thinking have to involve crapping on my own country?
______________________________________________________________________________________
My feelings are largely summed up by his article I found in the ‘Toronto Star.’
http://www.thestar.com/NASApp/cs/ContentServer?pagename=thestar/Layout/Article_Type1&call_pageid=971358637177&c=Article&cid=1035779954917
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