As part of the renovation at the Air Canada Centre, there is now a 30-by-50-foot outdoor screen on the west side.
Richard Peddie, president of Maple Leaf Sports and Entitlement Ltd., has been joking that the screen is so big and clear you just might be able to see it from the space shuttle.
In the past few years, you could almost see a Maple Leafs playoff spot from there, too.
The Phoenix Coyotes have offered a startling ticket deal for their home opener: Seats in the lower bowl are all $25; in the upper bowl all tickets are $15.
Those prices might get you parking at a Leafs game.
Former New York Giants receiver Plaxico Burress has hired a prison consultant to prepare him for life behind bars for two years.
What advice could a consultant possibly give, “Don’t pack a loaded pistol when you go to the prison night club?”
An item here yesterday pointed out there were 26 arrests after the Buffalo Bills home game Sunday.
The original story in the Buffalo News drew some emotional responses. That led to more finger-pointing yesterday about who drinks more beer, Canadian Bills fans or American Bills fans.
I like Buffalo and hope Western New York gets to keep the Bills; the intent is not to incite a cross-border war, or even a sequel to Michael Moore’s movie, Canadian Bacon.
But here is the tally according to Orchard Park Police Chief Andrew Benz:
A total of 28 arrests, five of them Canadians — one of whom was charged for urinating on a fence.
C’mon, buddy, the chant is “Dee-fence” not “Pee-fence.”
Tigers versus Jays
Confirm or deny: Did a Sportsnet anchor really say Tuesday the Detroit Tigers “backed in” to the 1987 AL East title?
The race between the Tigers and Blue Jays that year was one of the finest in history.
The Tigers won their final four games, including a sweep of the Jays in three nail-biters to finish two games up.
That, and a 98-win season, would hardly constitute “backing in.”
The second last weekend of the season, at Exhibition Stadium, the Jays took the first three of four from Detroit to go 3 1/2 games ahead.
I was in the stands, cheering for the Tigers, my boyhood favourites, while taking a ribbing, mostly good-natured, from Jays fans.
When the Tigers blew a 9-7 lead, giving up three runs in the ninth, a boisterous Jays fan, figuring the division was wrapped up, poked me in the chest three times and repeated: “Ya can’t believe it, can ya? Ya can’t believe it, can ya?”
“It’s not over yet,” I replied.
The Tigers won the next day and the race was on.
Always wished I had run into that fella again.