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Team Canada’s Women’s Hockey Team won our country and themselves a Gold medal and unfortunately, it’s their lack of couth while celebrating that’s making the headlines.

 Drinking beer, smoking cigars is all fine and well but not on the ice, not during the Olympics, a time when the World is watching. 

 Party behind closed doors, this isn’t a bush league rec hockey game; this is as good as it gets. 

Yes, the team won themselves a medal but they’re also representing our nation, not to mention role models for how many people across this country of ours.  Playing at this level, there’s more responsibility involved than just being a hockey player; you’re an ambassador for our country and as a country, we command more respect than that. 

To quote Ron Burgundy, ‘Stay Classy Canada’.

Well, I’ve yet to determine if 2010 will be a good year for me.

Two months haven’t gone by and it will be my second trip to the dentist, a necessary evil. (no offense to those in the tooth and mouth industry of course)

As I get older, I’ve gotten wiser, fatter and likewise, my fear of the tooth doctor has also grown exponentially which is silly if you think about.

Unfortunately for me, all I can do is think about it (two hours and counting) however this has been in the back of my mind for three days now and I guess ultimately it will be refreshing to have this said and over with so I can focus on other things, like watching Team Canada taking on Team Swiss in men’s Olympic Hockey.  (and yes, we will be broadcasting the game live from our World Headquarters- around 5′ish)

Go Canada Go, (and the same can be said for my teeth with a little bit of luck, floss and toothpaste)

I was so traumatized the other day concerning the loss of my ‘Renegade D’ model rocket that I failed to unload all gear out of the back of my ride, which included Dr. Jake’s dog leash.

Imagine my chagrin when I couldn’t find said dog leash in the house and I didn’t think to look in the ride and I knew I couldn’t renege on Dr. Jake, especially after getting him all riled up.

Fast forward to the walk itself when I was approached by a fellow dog lover asking ‘where oh where did I find such a colorful dog leash?’

It would turn out that I had pulled a MacGyver and used the Lawdy Mama’s skipping rope for a makeshift leash. To quote my father, ‘It’s all about using the right tool for the job, my boy’.

With less than 72 hours to go before we pull the plug on the first 10 years of the decade, Cassie and I spent the morning recollecting the highs and the lows of the last little while and here’s what we came up with, in no particular order.

1. 911-the attack on the Twin towers
2. The election of Barrack Obama
3. The deaths of Farrah, Walter Kronkite, Superman a.k.a Christopher Reeves and Johnny Cash
4. The Rise of China
5. The war in Afghanistan
6. Bin Laden’s elusiveness
7. Beijing Olympics
8. Asian Tsnumai
9. Hurricane Katrina
10. Iraq War
11. Recession
12. Y2K
13. Sars
14. new Pope

Ever since December hit and I find myself waiting in line at Tim’s, once a week I’ll splurge and buy the cofee for whomever is waiting behind me in the drive-thru.

4:10 AM today was no exception as I asked the Timmie’s gal to ring up the order behind me until I saw a red flag pop up. Actually, the red flag was in truth a green flag, as in a RoughRiders’ flag. That’s right, this little car was rocking two Riders’ flags and it would be the deciding factor for me to NOT splurge. And as the cashier was working the math, I went back on my word and told her to politely forget it. I need all the Blue Bomber karma I can get and buying a Rider’s fan’s coffee is not the way to do it. (Ironically, my co-host Cassie loves the Riders)

We’ll try again tomorrow.

So I’ve been hanging onto this picture that a fellow listener e-mailed me.

Originally, I was going to make fun of how far Rider fans will go to ensuring they support their team. While this picture still entails such a quality, please focus on the expression of the subject in question. It looks about as happy as all of Rider Nation yesterday after the outcome of the 97th Grey Cup.

So the Rock 105.3 crew headed over to Value Village yesterday with a pocketful of vouchers to get decked out for Halloween and now we need your help.

We’re having a little competition to see who has the most Halloween spirit and so your votes are widely welcomed. The winner over here gets bragging rights while you have a shot at $60 bucks in Value Village goodness.

Feel free to vote by replying to this blog with your choice or you can also do the same on our Facebook site.

Without further delay, here are this year’s entries in no particular order.

1. This is Ian and it would appear this is the only way that our evening wild man will put on any weight. Yes, that’s his real hair. (okay, not really)

2. I always knew that Mid-day man Andrew had a secret and I think this is it.

3. Cassie has been working with me for just over two weeks and she already has a amazing grasp on some of my mannerisms, like her impression of me.

4. And what can I say other than this has always been a life long dream of mine. (no, not to have an eye-patch)

There you go and please, be gentle on us; we’re fragile.

After a quick check with Enivronment Canada, (I’m sure they operate out of a basement with no windows by the way), I’ll be combining two of my favorite pieces of clothing, that of my blue fleece plaid and my leathers.

That’s right, it’s the second week of October and if there’s any good to come out of Global Warming, it’s the ability to hop on the Road King for what could be my last ride of 2009.

I’ve put in the call to all of my biker buddies, those working and those who plan on faking one of those instant colds, all for the greater good.

This picture was taken last fall, the very first time I headed out by myself on a highway ride. Somewhere between Banff and Jasper, I think the name of the mountain is called Crowfoot. Gotta get back there next summer.

I’m still limping courtesy of a bunk toe but I was feeling healthy enough to live on The Road King for a week as it hauled me all around this country. Here’s some evidence.

This picture was taken inside of the Queen’s Hotel in Fort Macleod where Ian and I stopped for a bite.

This picture was shot somewhere on a ferry somewhere between Needles and Faquier.

And this picture was taken at a place called the Blue Ox Inn where I needed to rest and rehydrate myself with a cold, locally brewed, pop.

I’m not sure what exactly is wrong with me but every once in a while I crave chopping wood. I don’t come from a line of lumberjacks and while I do have an affliction for plaid, I get the urge to chop wood every once in a while. I’m not sure if it’s the sound or the smell or the act of getting the blood flowing but after a day (or at least a good 20 minutes) of some good ole’ wood splittin’, I feel like I deserved to face the day.

It’s somewhat of a conundrum however as I have no wood to chop. So, to you dear reader, I ask a favor. I’m looking to chop some wood here in The Gas City. I don’t chop fast nor do I chop well and I don’t chop for long but I do posess my own splitting axe. In return for a cold beverage, I would be willing to visit your backyard with axe in hand if you’d be willing to let me split your wood.