Notes From The Recycle Bin, Eh
CFL | back bacon - hoser - maple syrup - toques
by unallocated on Tuesday, September 1st, 2009 at 10:59am

The latest train wreck exported from the NFL’s junk yard is none other than Adam “Pacman” Jones. As you know, Pacman had some trouble with the NFL (and society at large) because of, well, everything. No NFL team contacted him. No UFL team contacted him. As far as we know, nobody from Dancing With The Stars contacted him. In short, to continue playing football, and to earn a pay check, he had little choice but to pack up and head north. The struggling 3-5 Winnipeg Blue Bombers decided to take a chance on him as they try to turn their season around over the second half of the CFL season. Let’s put aside Canada’s reputation as an inevitably forgiving liberal haven for a moment and consider the NFL versus the CFL as being societies unto themselves. The CFL is, frankly, a very conservative traditionalist establishment that has contested the Grey Cup for a century. Outspoken, boorish, bombastic, self-promoting behavior is not only frowned upon but will most often get you a ticket out of town. Consider the situation that Arland Bruce recently found himself in as a result of on-field antics and overly-vocal criticism of everyone under the Sun. In this league, you cannot be a distraction and keep your job. All this on top of a very strict anti-drug policy. Unless Jones has undergone an extraordinary personal transformation, this is a terrible move by Winnipeg. The other side of the coin is that this may turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to Jones; gaining experience in a mellower social climate and being able to play the game where there will be a relative minimum of media reminding him of past indiscretions. Hopefully, he’ll take advantage of this. Second (or third or fourth) chances are not easy to come by and this is his.
Jones is not the first to use the CFL in an attempt to rehabilitate himself. One of the more high-profile specimens recently was Ricky Williams who signed for a season with the Toronto Argonauts. Pacman can look at Williams as an example of using the CFL to forge a new life for himself and using the Canuck league as a stepping stone to get back to the big show. Much like Williams, the issue with Jones was never one concerning his skills as a football player. Jones is blessed with superb natural speed, makes intelligent adjustments on routes and has an excellent set of hands. No, the problem is that every team in the NFL is fed up with his even more natural habit of finding trouble for himself which has resulted in an NFL-wide consensus of Jones not being “worth the hassle”, as it were.
Frankly, I don’t expect Jones really knows what he is getting himself into. Aside from the CFL game being so very different from that which is played in the NFL, the society and culture into which he is entering is unlike anything he knows. There is a dearth of bling, a distinct absence of firearms, strangers smile and say hello and both apologize profusely should they accidentally bump into each other on a sidewalk. During the winter months, Winnipeg is the coldest city in the galaxy. Check out Portage and Main when winter lays claim to the prairies and where “severe wind chill” is a distant luxury compared to the remarkable cold that settles in for months. Worse, Canadian dollar bills don’t exist. Neither do two dollar bills. No, it’s all coinage; loonies and toonies. Most Canadians carry around about a pound of the stuff in their pockets in lieu of paper money. So, regrettably, you can’t really “make it rain” with all those metal bits. Although, when you think about it, I suppose you could “make it hail”.

This is a huge weekend for Kentucky Derby preps – first the Derby Watch list, with last week’s rankings and probable next start after the name, then a preview of this week’s races:
The 56th annual ACC Men’s Basketball Tournament will be getting underway this Thursday at the Georgia Dome in Atlanta and run all the way through the championship game on Sunday. Based on the finishes of the teams in the league, here is how things are shaped up as to who gets in the tournament.
Sorry about missing last week, but it was unavoidable. The upside is we got the first serious Derby Preps out of the way last weekend. Quality Road’s win in the Fountain of Youth and The Pamplemousse’s victory in the Sham Stakes both vault them up the chart, while my #2 Capt. Candyman Can drops off the list with a disappointing fourth at Gulfstream Park. Midshipman falls off the list entirely as he has a soft tissue tear and will be rested through the Triple Crown to prep for a summer comeback.
Ah, spring. The time of year when baseball fans start waxing nostalgic about seasons past and building optimism for the future. Not Pirates fans. We have to look all the way back to 1992 for the last winning season. Come October, the Pirates will have played 17 consecutive losing seasons, and they will singlehandedly hold the North American record for futility. Take that, Phillies!

Alias: Mulroney N’Guk “Andre” Beauchemain Trudeau; alias: Kipkark “Night Train” deBudweiser MacKinnon; alias: Kawasaki “Ginsu” Hiroshima; alias Bob “Alias” Dylan Zimmerman deHarmonica.
A remarkable man and one of the hardest working cab drivers in all of the British Columbia lower mainland, Akbar B’ani-Sadr Bubbabullah, who hails from parts unknown, is believed to work 72-hour shifts and does not speak any identifiable language. Does he have a wife? We don’t know. He may not even know. A son? We don’t know that either. Does he have a Miniature Pinscher puppy? We can only speculate. Akbar B’ani-Sadr Bubbabullah, affectionately known as “Bubba” (the connotations of which are entirely lost on him, being illiterate) drives a Honda Civic Hybrid that runs on a combination of kerosene, Nicaraguan rum, flax seed oil and locally grown hydroponic marijuana roots. His vehicle famously sports an unidentifiable compact disc dangling from its rear-view mirror, a taxi permit written in a language that remains mysterious and features a picture of someone else, a radio station that only his cab can receive and which broadcasts what is rumored to be obscure religious disco music from an Asian sub-continent nation state that no longer exists. What we do know for certain is that Akbar B’ani-Sadr Bubbabullah has eaten nothing but A&W Papa Burgers for the last seven years, each of which he insists the employees make in vegetarian form. What once caused endless consternation is now simply laughed at by old-school A&W staffers who heartily chuckle “Oh, that’s just old Akbar B’ani-Sadr Bubbabullah at it again!”