... better than you people do.
As to the species of exercise, I advise the gun. While this gives a moderate exercise to the body, it gives boldness, enterprise, and independence to the mind. Games played with the ball, and others of that nature, are too violent for the body, and stamp no character on the mind. ... Walking is the best possible exercise.
We play our games with pucks and whatever they call those big curling things ... rocks or stones, I can never remember. Hockey probably counts in "others of that nature", but I'd call curling the next best thing to walking.
Dick Little on hockey ... and plumbing for real men:
http://www.frankmagazine.ca/passim/view.php?id=446WHAT THE HELL'S TODD BERTUZZI EVER DONE TO YOU?
I wish people would get their high horse off Todd Bertuzzi's back. Except if you're an Avalanche fan looking to settle the score. In that case, it's only natural. But hell, it's not like the other guy didn't have it coming to him, being on the other team and all. For Christ's sake, it's hockey. If broken necks give you a case of the vapours, then you better start sitting to pee.
and specifically on Don Cherry, the xenophobic misogynist weirdo that the CBC allows to "commentate" on hockey games because hockey games are big money for the public broadcaster, and hockey fans apparently appreciate a good xenophobic misogynist weirdo:
http://www.frankmagazine.ca/passim/view.php?id=404HEY BUDDY, STOP SQUEEZING MY GRAPES!
What the hell is the CBC thinking, muzzling Grapes like this? Hockey's so boring these days, if I don't hear him go off on the Frenchies at least once during a game I'm gonna sleep through to the three star selection.
Bobby Orr's right: you don't like what Cherry says, change the damn channel. Maybe you'll be more happy watching Treehouse or goddamn Vision TV. But hockey's a bloodsport, just like being rude to Frenchmen. They can't take that away from me.
and oh look, on curling:
http://www.frankmagazine.ca/passim/view.php?id=426ME AND COLLEEN JONES, WE GOT A GOOD THING GOING ON!
I have considerable affection for Missus Little, but the thing I most regret about marriage, besides not being single, is how we had to give up curling after our last hip replacements. She was no Colleen Jones, but she knew how to throw a rock and chew gum at the same time.
Now, dammit, is Miss Jones not a fine piece of work sliding over the ice? Is there anything sexier than watching a lady sweep? If only she got herself decked out in a French maid outfit - heck, that'd make watching curling even more fun than it is already!