The World Series Starts Tonight! Which Jinx Ends?!?


So the World Series begins tonight in Chicago as the Chicago Cubs who last won the World Series in 1908, face the team from Cleveland (team name omitted on purpose) who last won the Fall Classic in 1948.

Contrary to the belief of my children, neither myself nor my pet dinosaur were alive when the Cubs were last named World Champions.

As a diehard Toronto Blue Jays fan, I could vote for Cleveland because they eliminated Toronto, or I could vote for the Cubbies and their poor, suffering fans.  The Cleveland Cavaliers of the National Basketball Association also eliminated the Toronto Raptors from the NBA playoffs so I have reason to hate Cleveland, but then again the poor City finally got one World Champion so another in the same year would be wonderful for them, right?!?

Of note in this series, is which team will have the jinx removed from their franchise.  The Cubs were jinxed because of some goat, while the Cleveland team was really jinxed by a Native American group who disapproved of their use of team name, logo and mascot.

The Cubs curse is known as “The Curse of the Billy Goat” and was put in the team in 1945 by the owner of the Billy Goat Tavern. Apparently he used to bring his goat to the games at Wrigley Field in Chicago and the odor (not Roughned) of his pet goat, Murphy, was bothering other fans so he was asked to leave the park during game 4 of the 1945 World Series.

While leaving, the Tavern owner declared “Them Cubs, they ain’t gonna win no more”, and they didn’t, losing the 1945 World Series to the Detroit Tigers and then never making it back until this season – 46 years after the death of the Tavern’s owner.

Now, the Cleveland curse is quite different.

Some may say the curse on the Cleveland came from trading star players after star player, however, the curse on the team stems from the teams name, “Indians”, which originated from a request by then club owner Charles Somers to baseball writers to choose a new name to replace the current team name, the “Cleveland Naps” following the departure of Nap Lajoie after the 1914 season.

“Indians” was chosen because writers used to call the Cleveland Spiders baseball club, the “Indians” in reference to a Native American player named Louis Sockalexis.

The team is also referred to as the “Tribe” and their “mascot” Chief Wahoo (who is actually a Brave because Chief’s have a many feathers).

The team itself, began playing organized ball in 1894 in Michigan, as the Grand Rapids Rustlers. The team moved to Cleveland in 1900, changing their name to the Lake Shores.

It has been said that until Cleveland change their team name and use of Chief Wahoo, the team will be forever jinxed.

Either way, one of these jinx’s will end at the conclusion of the World Series.

My 11-year-old son was wondering what it was like watching baseball back in 1908.  There was no TV, no way to broadcast the games, certainly no way for someone in another country to learn of the game or the results from so far away.

He was thinking about what it would have been like to have been a young boy in Poland, where his now 100-year-old grandfather grew up and eventually had to flee for his life from the Nazis before making his way to North America, then to Canada.

Baseball, eh?

Hard to think about baseball when Nazi’s chase you from your home, kill everyone in your family, then give your home and your belongings to others.

Life goes on.

A curse will end.

Interesting perspective from an 11-year-old.

 

 

 

 

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Stuff That Pisses Me Off… Or Just Annoys Me!


Every now and then I get on a role – get stuff done that has been kicking around forever and while embracing my super-efficient pace, there is always something that slows me down and pisses me off.  Usually it has little to do with the work I’m doing.

For example;

This past weekend, the Victoria Day long weekend here in Ontario, saw my vacuum and wash the inside of my car for probably the first time… ever!  This is absolutely disgusting considering my kids eat in the car and I found chewed gum, globs of old ice cream and enough packaging to cause global warming.

I also bought flowers and some veggies for The Urban Daddy’s gardens (I LOVE gardening!) and I emptied underneath the front stairs outside the house – we have no garage but a ton of space under the front stairs which runs half the width of the house – dusted it, tossed some garbage, then moved some crap.  It’s clean, bikes are at the front and ready to go, and the patio furniture and cushions are in place.

I had a ton of help from my oldest son, Linus!  He was awesome when cleaning the back yard, setting up the deck, cleaning the furniture, scrubbing the cedar deck and hosing down the junk.  He helped move the extra BBQ out and helped me clean under the deck.  He also helped clean the basement… A super-helper indeed.

So what’s pissing me off?

1)  Raccoons!

These vile creatures are living on my neighbours Electro Magnetic Field (EMF) mesh which covers the side of his house facing us. Between our houses is our only access to the backyard from outside the house and their poison poop rolls off the mesh onto the ground, or worse, it gets stuck in the mesh and then stinks to high heaven as the temperatures heat up.

As a result, they walk through my backyard, scare my kids and is the reason I cannot leave my cushions on my deck.

What’s with the mesh, you might ask?

Well, soon after we moved in, they decided our WiFi was making them sick, so they took some readings, and where everyone says you should get “reliable readings to ascertain the dangers. If you don’t, it’s all guesswork. You can’t hope to deal with your EMF exposures on the basis of guesswork. EMF exposures are changing constantly”, they went with emotion and threw up the mesh from front to back of their house to keep our WiFi out.

Not surprisingly, since that occurred, about 5-years ago, the house on the other side of them was torn down and re-built and yes, we can pick up that WiFi signal in our house which means that either it’s coming around their house, or into their house, hitting the mesh and then staying in their house… It’s like they’re protect us too, kind of…

While the mesh makes it look like their house is stuck mid-construction, they could have used the Radio Frequency (RF) radiation reading (generally high where emitted by cell towers – no cell towers in sight, by the way) and instead of trying to cover ¼ of their house in mesh, they could have shielded their windows using a special window film, and their bedroom using a high frequency EMF shielding paint.

But we get mesh…

Could have been worse, I guess from the visual side as they could have gone cheap and used aluminum foil. The raccoons would have slid right off – or maybe their poop would have all just slid off.

They also removed their smart meter, but they did give us low frequency phones which was a very kind thing to do… I guess.

2) BMW drivers!

Sorry.  Every time I see really horrible driving, or when a car is tailing me too close (for going 90km/h in a 80km/h zone) it’s a beemer!  I’ve written many posts about BMW drivers and my thoughts about why it’s specific to the car – so go read those – but just because you worked hard to buy or rent a BMW doesn’t make you any more special than anyone else.  Stop driving like a prick!

3)  I might have heard that a mother was charged with child abuse for letting her 11-year-old child drive a golf cart.

I also might have heard a case where child protective services were summoned when a mother left her child to play in their fenced off backyard… gasp… alone.

I think people need to step back, take a deep breath and use services like these when there are real signs of neglect like bruises, or malnourishment.  I walked to school by myself when I was 7.  I had to cross a road.  Sometimes I ran to school.  Sometimes I rode my bike.  Sometimes I went to pick up a friend on the way.

The world has changed, yes it has, but it’s still the same communities, same cautious people and same neighbours who we used to get to know and would keep an eye out for one another.

Let my people go!

Let the kids play.

Stop helicoptering over my kids!!!

4)  Leggings!

Hate, hate, hate them, but only when they’re NOT worn with a shirt which covers your ass.

I’m sorry, this is not just a girl / woman thing, because there are boys / men who think they can walk around with their pants below their ass and that it’s “cool” to do so… It’s not.  In both cases, have some pride and humility people…  If you want to be taken seriously, dress accordingly.  If you’ve just been to the gym, good for you, but buy a longer shirt.  If that’s the way you dress…

5) “Like”

I thought we were past the phase where people, like, use the word “like, when they, like, have something to, like, get off their chests…

Apparently not.

In Starbucks this morning, a recent grad is being interviewed for a job, a like real job, as she proclaimed to the interviewer, which she didn’t think she would, like, find so soon after graduation.

The interviewer commented that this applicants resume and cover letter were impressive but even I could tell that she was so very unimpressed with the causal use of the word “like” and the interview ended soon after the grad said, “Well, I’m, like, not looking for a, like, real job so soon after graduating.  I was, like, so impressed that I got a, like, interview, but I’m, like, not interested in the job.

??????

Hopefully the grad bought the coffee, eh?

 

 

So what pisses you off today?  Don’t be shy and tell me if I’m way off base on any of these.  I’m a big boy, I can take it. You can also change my mind with facts and a good argument, so take that challenge and speak up!  Or else!  lol.

 

 

 

 

Hey! I have a 7-year-old.


I’m not going to start with the old adage; “Boy time sure flies” because it’s been a LONG, tiring 7 years, but Tuesday marked our oldest son, Linus’, 7th birthday. 

I sat with him last night, reflecting on the first 6 year of his life – I mistakenly referred to him as being 7 when he corrected me.  “Dad, I’m not seven.  From when I was born until I turned 1 was one year.  I’m already 7.  This is my 8th year being alive”.

Right you are… Smart ass. 

So I went further hoping in my pathetic way to get a good quote from him to tweet.  His brother and sister are destroying him with tweetable quotes and here’s what I got;

On growing older and being a leader: “Respect is the most important thing in the world”.  Not bad, eh?  All this brainwashing is rubbing off, until this came out; “Actually, respect is the second most important thing in the entire world.  Not dying before you are born is the most important”.

Who can argue that point.

So to my 7-year-old (or 8-year-old, whatever you want to call yourself) when you are reflecting back on this post down the road and you want to know what kind of child you were by this age I can tell you this.  Before you I had hair.  It was black, not grey.  You have the best smile in the world, but not the goofy one, the real one.  It is not correct that you “do not care” about absolutely everything, but instead you don’t mind, or are not concerned.  Saying you do not care means all the cool stuff we buy you and all the trips we’ve gone on as a family are a waste of time and I know that is not correct. 

It’s fun being the class clown, isn’t it.  I was one too until I awoke one day to realize I was a joke with crappy grades.  I turned it around and fast.  Please don’t wait until grade 9 like I did.

If only you would practice… Anything.  Karate, piano, swimming, then your brother would not be catching up to you and passing you.  On the bright side while he may be your equal in these areas, you destroyed him at potty training and night-time diaper training and your math skills are off the charts.   

You are hesitant to try anything new or different but trust me that will change when you realize what a rush it is.  Then you’ll be looking for adventure in all the wrong places.

You love the cold.  Aside from me, you are the only person I have met who does not get cold outside.  No hat, no gloves, jacket undone, even at the coldest of temperatures.  You look at me, I look back at you and we silently nod an understanding to each other than it’s Canada.  It gets cold.  We’re tough (and a little cool).

You are starting to like Star Wars.  YAY.  All I need is get you to practice baseball and hockey more, or dodge ball, then you will better fit in with all the boys.  The ones you don’t get along with should respect your karate skills and the girls will continue to dig your awesome smile.  Your parents… They want to see a more focussed son with greater patience.  

Yeah, good luck.  I told your mother that too.

Happy birthday son.  I cannot wait to work with you and plan your year.

My 775th post – for all readers for all seasons.


Welcome to my 775th post.  If you’re a blogger you will know this is a lot of writing, covering 8 long years.  If you are not a blogger, trust me, it’s a lot of writing.

The thing is, I’ve been getting a lot of traffic in the last couple years, and some very kind accolades here and there, but both of them are from all over the place, as are most of my posts. 

So for my 775th post, I want to make sure I cover off as many visitors as possible by touching on some of my most popular topics;

If you’ve come to read about politics, I can confirm that those on the left in (downtown) Toronto are still way off base in thinking that this financial crisis was “created” by Mayor Ford so that he could solve it to look good.  False.  Look at Greece.  Run by socialists and on the verge of bankruptcy.  Look at the TTC.  In effort to cut costs, the Mayor and the TTC chair Karen Stintz cut some routes and there was backlash, so the public spoke that we needed those routes and a $0.10 fare increase was added instead and the public… Back in an uproar.  You cannot have it both way, folks.  I’d love to help the poor, keep all social programs, have amazing snow removal, etc., but someone has to pay for this and I can tell you I’m already taxed up to the top of my head.  If you think you’re not paying enough taxes, then you can pay more and help those in need.  I’m maxed out, thank you.  If I don’t have enough disposable income, then I cannot afford to go out, buy things, eat out, and help re-distribute my income to those in need.  It’s the way the world works… Get over it.

If you’re here to read about coffee, then let me tell you about this great coffee I tried recently at a place called Neighbours.  It came highly recommended from one of my awesome readers and I was really surprised how nice it was.  Not too bold, not too weak, and the cool thing about the location I went to was that they have flavoured coffee mate and that removed the need to have flavoured coffee.  I didn’t put any in for my first cup and I probably won’t for my next one, but it was very nice!

If you’re here to read about parenting, then you’ll be pleased to know that I am the “Daddy 101” blogger for Pink and Blue Baby.com. Cool, eh?  I find this site really useful, and I have a ton of great stories and baby / toddler / kid tips from almost 7 years of being a daddy and 3 beautiful children.  For example, just Wednesday was my son (Linus’) 7th birthday party and we had a Lego party.  It was great.  The Lego ninja had the kids sitting in 4 teams of 4 and they raced to build a Lego tower, then the built a Lego candy house.  The hour flew by.  After the hour the kids ate Lego candy blocks (thank you Bulk Barn) and Lego cupcakes that I made and my wife decorated so beautifully.  Pizza, grapes, whole wheat pretzels and air popped popcorn round it all out.  It was totally worth it.

For 5-year-old Stewie, we had The Magic and Comedy of IncrediBrent, Toronto’s birthday musician and Brent was amazing.  The kids loved him, the parents loved him and he interacted with the kids so well.  He was a pleasure to deal with and have in our home and I would totally have him back for any future kids parties.  His web-site is www.incredibrent.com.

For Berry’s 2nd birthday party – you saw the Hello Kitty cupcakes in a previous post – we had Applefun Puppetry, www.applefun.ca, and Mike was also spectacular.  He had all the 2-year-old’s participating and his show was so clever and funny that he had me in stitches.  I’ve seen him a couple of times before but that did not stop me from being completely engaged.  Worth the price of admission.

If you’re here to hear my views about food then I can recommend Java Joe’s for catering because they have added some new sandwiches and they are killer.  Spicy chicken and their steak and hot peppers goes great with their chicken Parmigiano and eggplant Parmigiano.  The coffee is great – some organic too – and they have these wickedly heavy brownies and skor brownies.  Find the location at Leslie and West Beaver Creek, call and speak to Randy.  Tell him the Urban Daddy sent you.  He’ll like that!

So I’m not sure what else to cover at this point in time, except to say thank you to all of you who take the time to comment and who tell me you’ve been following along with my posts at home.  It means a lot to mean and it always makes me wonder what’s so interesting that keeps people coming back.  But I like to tell stories, I’m proud of my family, and I like to write, so there.  I’m going to do it if 200 people come to read or 20 million (LOL).

Feel free to subscribe to my feed, or like me on Facebook.  If you are reading this through my actual blog, then go on the right side, check out some of the amazing writers on my blogroll, and further down you will see the link to my Facebook page and some other sites that have featured me.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Happy New Year to all of you from all of us!

Warren aka the urban daddy.

@urbandaddyblog

On Wednesday November 30th, my boys took a Vow of Silence. Read why…


On Wednesday, November 30th my boys, Linus and Stewie, were not allowed to speak above a whisper at school. I was hoping that would apply for home too, but it did not. Wednesday, you see, was the launch of Free the Children’s The Vow of Silence initiative.  My son’s school was an active participant in this Vow.
 
This Vow asks that all students in school, even if only for a short time, be silent to show solidarity with children around the world who are denied basic human rights, who do not “have a voice.”  Teachers were asked to modify their lessons to follow the philosophy of the Vow, and at least in my son’s school, there was an assembly at the end of the day in which the participants were allowed to break their silence and use their voices to affect change.

We have always mad e a point to educate our children on the fact that not every person is free to speak, pray, and marry whomever they want and we won’t stand by while children are subjected to exploitation, poverty and the denial of their basic rights. I expect that there are at the bare minimum, millions of children who are silenced by these abuses.

This organization is educating children and parents so that we can all take a stand for children everywhere.

A little more about the Vow of Silence… This is part of the annual fundraising of an organization called “Free The Children”.

The goal this year is to raise-awareness from Toronto to Mexico City, London to San Francisco, Beijing to Jakarta, Vancouver to Sydney and back whereby young people will go silent for 24 hours in solidarity with children who are being silenced by poverty and exploitation.

How silent is silent, you ask??? For Vow participants, being silent can mean refraining from speaking. It can also mean not using email, Facebook, Twitter or text messaging. It can even mean not using hand gestures, note writing or any communication at all. Participants determine your level of silence based on their comfort.

So my boys took the Vow. They took action, to raise awareness for Free The Children, but going silent during their school day.

As parents, we were asked to take a moment or two to reflect on the day’s activities with our children, which we did.
 
For further information, or to donate, you can simply follow the link here;

http://www.freethechildren.com/vowofsilence