Beezer: It was all a misunderstanding

Toronto Sun sports columnist Steve Buffery is being likened to the Grinch. (QMI Agency)

Toronto Sun sports columnist Steve Buffery is being likened to the Grinch. (QMI Agency)

STEVE BUFFERY, QMI Agency

, Last Updated: 8:36 PM ET

As we walked through the Sheraton Hotel on Friday afternoon, my friend Mike Koreen accused me of being “the Grinch who stole the Grey Cup.”

Mike, who seems to be hitting the sauce pretty hard these days, was referring to my column in Friday’s paper where I made fun of the over-the-top media coverage of Marty the horse and all the wacky Stampeders fans who can all die happy now, knowing that some old nag was allowed into a hotel.

But Mike is dead wrong about the Grinch thing. I love the Grey Cup. It’s just that, as a Toronto guy, I find the over-the-top enthusiasm expressed by our western friends to be amusing. Commendable, sure. But weird.

Frankly, Mike’s full of it. He claims to be Mr. Grey Cup, but when we wandered over to Yonge-Dundas Square for the CFL cheer squad exhibition, Mike, who’s a Buffalo Bills season ticket holder, started chanting, “We want the Jills!” A hypocrite.

The highlight of the cheerleading thing was when the guy on stage with the microphone, MC Myron, or whatever, introduced the Eskimos cheerleaders and some clown in a green shirt screamed, “You stole our quarterback!” The crowd had a good laugh about that.

I have to say, I’ve been impressed with the atmosphere in Toronto the past couple of days. For a big, jaded, uptight city, people seem to be catching the spirit.

“I think what’s happening is, people coming in from the rest of the country have brought that spirit to us,” said Argonauts CEO Chris Rudge. “And they’ve become a catalyst to bring everybody out. And I think Torontonians are jumping on the bandwagon pretty quickly.”

A lot of Westerners certainly jumped on the “I hate Beezer’ bandwagon after (mouth) reading my piece. I received quite a few e-mails, some funny, others mildly hostile, a few bitter.

Ashley, from parts unknown, wrote, “It must be a real drag to live in Toronto these days, you guys can’t even get excited about the Grey Cup in your own city. Slagging your fellow Canadians just lowers your city one more rung on the ladder.”

Listen Ashley, please don’t dump on an entire city because of one disgruntled sports writer. As for living in Toronto. You’re wrong. It’s fantastic sitting in traffic 16 hours a day.

Todd wrote, “Hey Steve. Lighten the hell up ... we all realize you’re “too cool for school.”

That’s a lie. I was never too cool for school. Too dumb for school perhaps, but never too cool.

He added, “I guess your journalism does not include chasing a story?”

Actually Todd, my journalism does include chasing a story, but it doesn’t include chasing a windy old horse down a street. Call me crazy.

Todd finished with, “Enjoy watching the game in the city with no soul.”

How do you define soul? If we hold a community wienie roast every Friday and wrangle goats, does that gives us a soul?

Shelly wrote, “Why the negativity?”

Because I live in Toronto.

Shelly continued, “Toronto didn’t have to cover Marty on their news, they chose to, not because it is BIG news, but rather it was FUN news.”

Actually Shelly, I think they covered Marty because it was a SLOW news day and they were thinking that perhaps Marty would drop a LOAD in front of the mayor.

Derek from Comox Valley (wherever the hell that is), certainly didn’t beat around bush. “While the hillbillies, hicks, hippies and assorted goofballs of Western Canada party their asses off and celebrate a slice of Canadiana this weekend, jerks like you will be sipping lattes and wondering why the hell the rest of the nation hates your guts.”

You know what Derek, we don’t wonder why the rest of the nation hates us. We just accept it and move on with our dreary lives, without screaming “Yahoo!” every five minutes.

Probably the best line was from Roman from Calgary, who wrote, “Yeah, I know its nuts, the media chasing a horse down the streets of Toronto, but then the media aren’t the most brightest specimens on the planet.”

Roman is clearly a perceptive young man. And I mean that sincerely. He went on to suggest that I “relax”, pointing out that the Grey Cup doesn’t come to Toronto often, “But when it does ... YEEHAW!”

You see that, Derek?

Myles wrote, “Your column is exactly why people in the west hate the people from Toronto. You are full of yourself and think you live in a better place and if not everyone loves you, (there) must be something wrong with them.”

Myles, you’re way off. I fully understand that nobody loves me, with the possible exception of Bubba and my fiancee, who’s confused because her English isn’t great. He continued, “Maybe if you loosen your neck tie and live life a little and stop worrying about what people think of you, you might enjoy life a little more.”

I think it’s pretty clear, Myles, that I don’t care what people think of me. I don’t throw in words like ‘hicks’ and ‘hillbillies’ to make friends. As for enjoying life, I love angry e-mails. So today’s been good day.


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