I cracked open the hockey bag last week for the first time since our final South Carleton Oldtimers League game back in March. No, wait. It was the CHUM tournament in early April (CHUM 'A' Division champs! Woo-hoo!) I really should air the thing out occasionally.
The hockey stench is always a good stench. Not the bad hockey stench. There's a big difference. I mean, some guys have a cheesy, cat urine thing happening. Those guys should see a doctor. No, I'm talking about the classic hockey bag smell. Pungent, but not rancid.
Apparently, of all the human senses, our sense of smell conjures up the most vivid memories. The pungent hockey bag smell brings back all the great times I had as a kid. The rancid, cheesy, cat urine smell just makes me want to hurl.
This all came to mind this morning with Jungle back in studio. His stench, though teetering on the pungent/rancid borderline, really brought back some great on-air TGOR memories. That's Jim alright. Like an old hockey bag. And always dirty.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Those Pesky (G)Nats
Well, this is just PERFECT. Not only do my beloved Expos leave Canada but now they’re in first place.
For therapeutic reasons, I need to look back on August 11, 1994. The beginning of the end for the Expos.
Thanks to www.hardballtimes.com for this synopsis of the carnage.
The Expos stood on top of the world that year. Their 74-40 record was the best in the entire league and they had just won twenty of their last twenty three games. They were six games ahead of the second place Atlanta Braves, and in sixty two home games they drew nearly 1,300,000 fans. The only problem was that the season was finished. No playoff run. No playoffs. The season was cancelled because of a strike by the players.
The franchise suffered during this time and I view the strike as the beginning of the end for the Montreal Expos. Because they continued to pay team operating expenses, such as salaries for the scouts, employees, and minor league players, the team lost $16 million because of the strike. When faced with an expected loss in 1995, President Claude Brochu decided to begin dismantling the team to save money.
Gary Carter, Steve Rogers, Andre Dawson, Tim Raines, Larry Parrish, Dave Cash, Ron LeFlore, Ellis Valentine, Al Oliver, Stan Bahnsen, Warren Cromartie, Woody Fryman, Bill Gullickson, Rodney Scott, Tim Wallach, Ross Grimsley, Dan Schatzeder. Just some of the names that conjure up great memories. My old pal Andy and I were so into the Expos, we'd have competitions to see who could name the most Expo players. No, we didn't get out much.
Washington. First place. My old team.
It's kind of like running into your ex girlfriend on the arm of a man who’s better looking and wealthier than you. I’d like to say I’m glad she’s happy but I’d secretly prefer her to be miserable.
For therapeutic reasons, I need to look back on August 11, 1994. The beginning of the end for the Expos.
Thanks to www.hardballtimes.com for this synopsis of the carnage.
The Expos stood on top of the world that year. Their 74-40 record was the best in the entire league and they had just won twenty of their last twenty three games. They were six games ahead of the second place Atlanta Braves, and in sixty two home games they drew nearly 1,300,000 fans. The only problem was that the season was finished. No playoff run. No playoffs. The season was cancelled because of a strike by the players.
The franchise suffered during this time and I view the strike as the beginning of the end for the Montreal Expos. Because they continued to pay team operating expenses, such as salaries for the scouts, employees, and minor league players, the team lost $16 million because of the strike. When faced with an expected loss in 1995, President Claude Brochu decided to begin dismantling the team to save money.
Gary Carter, Steve Rogers, Andre Dawson, Tim Raines, Larry Parrish, Dave Cash, Ron LeFlore, Ellis Valentine, Al Oliver, Stan Bahnsen, Warren Cromartie, Woody Fryman, Bill Gullickson, Rodney Scott, Tim Wallach, Ross Grimsley, Dan Schatzeder. Just some of the names that conjure up great memories. My old pal Andy and I were so into the Expos, we'd have competitions to see who could name the most Expo players. No, we didn't get out much.
Washington. First place. My old team.
It's kind of like running into your ex girlfriend on the arm of a man who’s better looking and wealthier than you. I’d like to say I’m glad she’s happy but I’d secretly prefer her to be miserable.
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