Back in January, the 15^th to be exact I started wee write ups on some of my favourite athletes and I had intended it to be a once a month series that will at one point cover my most and least favourite commentators as well, some former athletes and some, and some… well there are just some. I realized after I put Part One up that I had included a retired athlete, I’ve been thinking that had I been thinking I would not have done that, so this post will include a retired male and when I eventually get to my favourite retired athletes I will only do FIVE of each sex.

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Roger Federer, Swiss, Current Rank World No. 1, Tennis

I started following the career of Roger Federer in 2004 which just happened to be the year his career exploded. This was back when the live Wimbledon matches aired at some insane time, I think it was 4:30am and I was up to watch them, regurgitating all of the band wagon knowledge I had picked up on my new favourite player to Adam who hated tennis at the time but didn’t tell me until the next year when I yet again got up at I think 5:30am to watch Federer annihilate his competition. As of March 2008, that No. 1 ranking he gained himself when he won Wimbledon in 2004 still stands. A record 218 weeks. Federer has had a rough go of it this season, his health has been ailing and I suspect lady troubles. I always enjoy watching him face Rafael Nadal because he seems to be the only player that can realistically beat the Rog. It does get a little boring watching him win allllllll the time and I think it is natural for athletes to have slumps. I’m also a HUGE fan of his friendship with Tiger Woods. The commercials they do together = priceless, seeing them at each others events = priceless, hearing them talk about each other in interviews = priceless. Why shouldn’t two of the worlds BEST athletes be BFFs? There is really nothing I do not like about Federer, he supports many charities and started his own, The Roger Federer Foundation. Although he can be an emotional player he is always humble and when he actually loses it is always with grace.

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Tiger Woods, American, Current Rank World No. 1, Golfer

My love for Tiger Woods was already well formed before I even started golfing. Which I guess doesn’t really mean anything, it is probably a pretty common statement, or close, a lot of people who have never picked up a club still love the Tiger. When I did start to golf back in 2000 I was able to draw a lot of inspiration from Tiger and still do. I remember when Tiger used to be a very very emotional player, a club thrower, you could read the swears from his lips, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him take it as far as I’ve seen John Daly go but he has thrown some pretty good tantrums. Watching him mature over the years has been a huge help to my golf game. When Tiger went through his slump during the 2003 and 2004 season I was constantly angered by the remarks made about him, I don’t know if it is just because I am a woman, but I KNEW it was related to his family life and what was still [until late 2003] his hot model girlfriend and not to mention he completely changed up his swing.

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Alexandre Despatie, Canadian, Olympic Silver Medalist, Diver

In 1998 I was at home visiting my parents when 13 year old Despatie stunned Canada into and instant love affair when he won gold on the 10m at the Commonwealth Games. I remember that moment in diving like it was yesterday and I have been a fan of his ever since. He became the first man in Canadian history to win an Olympic medal in diving, winning the silver in Athens on the 3m and is a hopeful to medal in Beijing, although realistically the Chinese divers may already have those medals covered but the fingers are still crossed. In 2003 Despatie had won the gold on the 10m, making him world champion, at the 2005 World Championships in his home town of Montreal he added gold medals to the 1m and 3m making him the first diver to hold the gold on all three boards at the same time.

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Ian Thorpe, Australian, Five Time Olympic Gold Medalist, Swimmer

I did not know that Ian Thorpe had retired, yes I knew he had taken a break; I just hoped and willed him to go for the 400m freestyle Olympic gold hat-trick in Beijing as was his original plan. When I found out it was in late 2006 that he retired I became mad at myself for not knowing. What kind of fan am I? I try not to expect anything in life but I know it wasn’t wrong to dream of battles that I ASSumed would take place in the pool in Beijing between the Thorpedo and Michael Phelps [up next!]. Ian Thorpe MADE the 2000 Olympics for me and I thought that of all of the Olympic performances I had ever seen in my life that nothing would ever beat it. And you are reading a very proud Canadian’s blog who LOVES Canadian athletes [highlighting more of them is on the way don’t you worry] But I was proved wrong, watching him and Phelps in Athens was amazing. Just bloody amazing and until I found out Thorpe had retired I had been dreaming of them together side by side in the fast lanes cruising to easy finishes and medals. My dreams have been dashed. But thankfully Ian and I support some of the same charities so my admiration for him continues on. And he will, I’m sure, forever be known as one of, if not the best freestyle swimmer of all time.

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Michael Phelps, American, Six Time Olympic Gold Medalist, Swimmer

I love Michael Phelps; forgive me I did not know that he has now tied Mark Spitz’s record of winning seven gold medals at one event, the 2007 Worlds in Michael’s case, but I still love him. For an athlete of his age and his stature his maturity, how humble he is, how soft spoken he is, how gracefully he wins and loses is what puts this guy on my list. I’ve had no choice, although I enjoy a lot of other swimmers, but to give him the number one favourite male swimmer position. Although my dreams of watching him once again swim against the Thorpedo are over there is not a shred of doubt in my mind that he will be a highlight for America at the Beijing Olympics. I remember hearing of him in 2000 at the Sydney Olympics because he was a hopeful at the time, super young, but he was mentioned by commentators because he was, at 15, the youngest American male at an Olympics in over 65 years. Just as Ian Thorpe made the 2000 Olympics for me the rivalry between Thorpe and Phelps with a little bit of Dutch swimmer Pieter van den Hoogenband thrown in MADE Athens. Adam and I listened to A LOT of ‘Greased Lightning’ watching those boys fly across the water.

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Lance Armstrong, American, Seven Time Champion, Tour De France

I used to despise Lance Armstrong. He was basically everything I hated in an athlete: Pompous, arrogant, a sore loser, a prick to interviewers, ugly.. It wasn’t until my friend PH [now deceased] told me the story of Lance and how he had one nut and it wasn’t until he had just that one nut that he won his first Tour and how much he had overcome and that he had been given a 1% chance of survival with his cancer diagnosis. YES, ONE PERCENT! Read his first book! Now partially in honour of my dear friend, and partly because I believe that for the most part Lance has now earned his right to be a pompous, arrogant ass if he wants to, I admire and respect him to the level that he is now one of my heroes, he hasn’t reached a Terry Fox like status but he is up there. The fact that he also now runs Marathons doesn’t hurt either. He is brave, he fights for what is right, he doesn’t take no for an answer, he is loud, and he won the hardest race ON EARTH seven times against the very best cyclists in the world, all while being run off into hay fields and crashing because of idiotic fans trying to touch him while he is trying to WIN the TOUR DE FRANCE. He sits on a list with very few athletes as the best in the world at what he does and in the process carries a torch he doesn’t always even want to carry extremely high for team beat cancer a team that in one way or another I think we are all on.

With two of my favourite sports Golf and Tennis back in full televised swing and taking over the sports networks I’m reminded of how many athletes I absolutely love and admire so I thought I would share some of them with you. I’m going with current and keeping it to Track, Tennis and Golf. Nothing personal but I could go on forever, in fact narrowing down the men ‘of now’ is going to be way harder; this could turn into a 2.5 parter.

Paula Radcliffe, British, Marathoner and Current World Record Holder

Even when Paula runs a ’slow’ 2:17:42, she is still the fastest female marathon runner in the world and has been since 2002. I will never forget the excitement of running my first half marathon in Kelowna on October 13, 2002, at the same time that she was running her second marathon in Chicago and blew the previous WR held by Catherine Ndereba, of Kenya away by a minute and a half. She would later destroy her own WR in 2003 [London] by setting the current standing women’s time of 2:15:25.


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Charmaine Crooks, Canadian, Five Time Olympian, Runner

Long retired but still a favourite none the less. It was hard not to grow up idolizing this woman having had the pleasure of meeting her when I ran for the Track team in Smithers. She gave our team some tips and hung out with us. It was one of the most memorable times of my life. She is not just a highly regarded Canadian Athlete she is also very respected in the Vancouver area for her fund raising efforts and she currently serves on the International Olympic Committee’s 2010 Winter Olympics and Paralympics Organizing Committee.

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Justine Henin, Belgian, Current Rank World No. 1, Tennis

Justine plays some of the best tennis I have ever seen, it has been exciting watching her rise through the ranks over the years. Her praised one handed backhand brings fear to the best players in the game. She is young, cheeky and don’t let her seemingly small size fool you she is a power house who keeps the court full of action. Although having been accused of unsportsmanlike conduct over a call in a match she won against Serena Williams back in 2003, I tend to disagree and think it is a shame that basically because Serena is a Williams sister it sticks with her. Henin is also an Olympic gold medalist.

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Maria Sharapova, Russian, Current Rank World No. 5, Tennis

At Wimbledon in 2004 Maria Sharapova made jumping on the bandwagon irrelevant and brought even the mention of Anna Kournikova’s existence as a tennis player to near extinction. She makes Michelle Wie look like a little girl. She is drop dead gorgeous and when she brings her A game she will take her oppenent down in straight sets almost every time. The game face of Sharapova is one of my favourite game faces in all of sports. And yes y’all I know that the key word there is ‘when’ she brings her A game but this is a loving post.


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Morgan Pressel, American, Professional Golfer

I started watching Morgan Pressel on the Golf Channel when she was an amateur. I could tell she was one to watch and so I watched her. She is very mature for her age and is a great role model for young female athletes. She was not able to turn pro without appealing to the LPGA to admit her due to being a year too young at only seventeen in January 2006 when she needed to be eighteen. In 2007 Morgan won her first Major, the Kraft Nabisco Championship making her the youngest LPGA member to win at eighteen years and three hundred and thirteen days. Turns out she wasn’t just one to watch as an amateur.

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Lorena Ochoa, Mexican, Current LPGA Rank No. 1

Lorena Ochoa came onto my radar in 2005. That year at the US Women’s Open she was in great position to take the tournament and put it in the water on eighteen and it just became worse and simply unforgettable from there. I remember feeling incredibly bad for her but was one of the assholes who called her O-choke-A, that was of course before with her always calm poise and method of play even when in the crapper she became one of my favourites to watch. Lorena is also the first Mexican of either gender to be ranked number one in the world in the sport of golf and is sponsored by Lacoste (drool), the greatest gator-based clothing line ever. She is like Sammy Sosa is to the Dominican aside from the drugs and the bat corking.

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I am not feeling well, in fact I am feeling ill, I have chills and a really bad even worse than *normal* headache, sore ears a mild fever, a plugged nose and sore throat with sexy voice and cough. To be ’sick as a dog’ you do actually have to be barfing but because the meaning of the term is so sparse on the internet I really don’t care and I’m using it anyway because I’m a baby and I don’t have to be barfing to feel like ass or use the term. I’ll use it if I want to. I’M SICK AS A DOG! I have been since Monday evening, THAT is when it started a small twinge of throat pain entered around 11:30pm after spending some time with friends. As far as I know everyone else is fine. I had a few days of insomnia so maybe I was a target for germs or something because my immune system was weak. I’ll never know. The thing that really bugs me about being sick so early in the year is that normally leads to a season of getting ‘everything’. Last ’season’ I think Adam got really sick once and me twice. And getting a cold is just SO not what it used to be, you’d get sick for a day or two maybe three and then you were fine, good to go, but now everything lasts for bloody EVER, and the flu, or the flu combined with a cold don’t even get me started.

I also hate being sick because all of my co-ordination is thrown off and I can’t play play station, which means NO GUITAR HERO! as if I even had to remind you what it means. I can’t read either, I keep having to read the same sentence over and over and over, so there is little point. I also write really shitty, if you could only see how many words were missing, but you can’t because I’ve read it back over and made it readable.

Unless the Vancouver Civic Strike ends and we could actually go golfing and I’m still sick I won’t start freaking out. I had other things I was going to mention but my head has turned to glue this post is so much more effort than I thought it would be. I’ll be back soon. Or maybe Adam will post if you ask him nice.

I never used to look at myself as a competitive person. I look back at how many years I told myself that lie and shudder with embarrassment over how convincing I’m sure my arguments weren’t. But I am laughing too trust me I am laughing. Realizing I am a competitive person while not currently competing in anything is obviously a small and I’d say very small sign of acceptance because MANY people have told me I am TOO competitive and I’ve just been like WHATEVER I am not even good at sports I can only Run, Ski and Golf and I am far from a good golfer I may have a great short game but if I were to actually play on full courses I’d probably start throwing my clubs around again like when I was first learning and when I was first learning I’d walk off the course, swear constantly, I didn’t even believe in golf etiquette. I think most people mean that I am competitive with everything and I am realizing everything is NOT an understatement. I’ve been aware that I MAY be a bit on the competitive side since having a nasty fall out with a long time friend a year or so back now, maybe closer to two years. [I still can’t believe it has been that long, holy Hannah] We were competitive in basically every way you can be in a friendship and both of us were too busy being competitive with each other to notice it was one of the things tearing us a part until it was too late. I wasn’t willing to admit it then anyway. We were both able to see different problems in the friendship that the other couldn’t see at the time, we couldn’t get on the same page. I think she saw the competitiveness and I didn’t, or I saw it but wasn’t willing to change it or work on it. I wish I knew what made me so adamant in denying I am competitive- that I want to beat you, I want to win, I want to bury you whether in sports or life games.

NEWS FLASH! *Insecurities**Denial*

I’ve never felt good enough, strong enough, fast enough, tall enough, good looking enough, stable enough, confident enough, trusting enough so I could always just hide behind my insecurities and never have to admit I wanted to run your ass into the ground, or that I wanted to read faster than you or be better than you at golf. I have truly been ‘number 1′ so few times in any athletic or professional career I’ve had, I’ve felt it’s been easier to sink into the ’second place is the first loser’ spot and simply sit there smiling away as if I LOVE IT. And competition has done damage to other friendships, I know it has, it has also cost me MANY a race, on and off the track, I have let it take me over completly and caused myself some pretty serious panic attacks due to how ridiculously stubborn I can be as well. Some friends for whatever reason I feel a lot of competition with some healthy ways some not and other friends also for whatever reason I feel no competitiveness at all. Maybe I can accept when someone is better at something than me, I do keep blogging. But I like things to be MINE and although I have yet to golf alone [it is on ‘my list’ of things to do] I have always preferred to run alone or with men, I have NEVER had a problem running with any ex-boyfriend or male friend, mostly because at the time I was better than them, not all but most.

It shouldn’t matter and I know that. I am just having a moment OK!?!

But seriously… let’s look at some of the more obvious signs I missed until now that have lead to this discovery:

1. I am from the female species
2. Of all of our golf score cards there is only ONE that I will not ad up due to hideous play
3. I CAN NOT run without a stop watch
4. I celebrate everything I get right when playing board games [mosty inside myself though]
5. I fist pump when I get two or more Jeopardy questions right in a row or if I get final Jeopardy and no one else does I have been known to dance
6. I over explain EVERYTHING and repeat myself constantly
7. I refuse to run with girlfriends [I’ve never had a problem with girlfriends being better skiers than me, but out run me and our friendship will not last or it might I am older now]
8. I get so afraid of losing sometimes I can’t have FUN
9. I can be so insecure I play like crap and then just won’t play at all like a sissy baby and have thrown tantrums
10. I always have to have some sort of response to everything

I am sure there is more but that is all I can think of right now.

The weekend was a big experiment that is still on the go and like any experiment I do not know what the out come will be.

On Friday my shrink dropped my Risperidone and switched me to Seroquel and I’ve been pretty much comatose since. This shit be strong. When I took it Friday evening I expected to get a little tired, a bit dizzy, and a bit ‘high’. I got all of those things and MORE! We had already invited John over; Rebecca was in Las Vegas live blogging an intimate evening with Matthew Good on his birthday and so John with his Japanese food in hand headed over as I was slowly and then very quickly taken over by the seroquel. By the time he arrived I was already having trouble keeping focus but was trying pretty hard because I did not want to be rude. I’d say John knows me to be fairly talkative and I was just sitting there staring at him through him what have you and I know he was asking me things and I responded but everything was sounding like I was hammered drunk and I felt like I was hanging off the couch, maybe I was? I went into the bedroom and laid on the bed sandals and all wrapped tightly in the couch blanket. Adam was only able to get my sandals off and pull the quilt over next to me for when I got cold. I woke up around 3am, cold and twisted in the blanket, pants and bra still on. Very nice. In the morning I learned that Adam and John had sat and watched the Democratic debate, totally sucks I missed it.

Saturday morning we cut the Seroquel in-half and I took it with my regular meds and it was still too much and I passed out again. When I got up we were able to get nine holes of golf in. Not 18 because I’m super awesome and AGAIN forgot to take my allergy medication and I allergy up FAST in Stanley Park the flowers are amazing and I used to love the way they smelled and fresh cut grass used to be one of my favorite smells and now I just want flowers and grass to all go fragrance free or bugger off. This would work for me. I used to really like the smell of gasoline as well but not in a pyro way, now it just makes my headaches more prominent if I breathe any in.

Yesterday same, I wasn’t able to stay awake. When awake we watched Wimbledon and the women’s US Open in golf. Sometimes it does suck that the two sports I love to watch almost the most are on when there is a chance the weather will be nice here. But really as proved by my lackadaisical golf skills on Saturday I wasn’t missing much being outside. I lost my favorite ball of the moment on the first hole, had to take a mulligan and ended up getting par but that was it, my only par everything just went super far down hill from there, I didn’t even add the score card.

If I pass out today after having made some adjustments to my morning cocktail I will have to call Dr. Buttle and try something different. This is the first time I have switched drugs that cause sedation when I haven’t been in some kind of extreme heightened state which has made this a whole lot more interesting. I can’t believe how tired I am.

Wouldn’t you know it today I’m all hyper. I LOVE YOU HORMONES! I am so just going with it…..

For a second round match I just watched a crazy awesome one between Alicia Molik and Serena Williams at Wimbledon. Serena is so dramatic I can’t stand her, but she won and is good to watch, it isn’t like she can’t play. Adam and I noticed during the French Open that the men were grunting like the women now and I think we were golfing at the time and had a whole in-depth discussion about how the men are doing it just to support the women and it wasn’t a funny conversation at all it was just a conversation about WHY the men might suddenly be grunting when they were trying to basically ban the women from grunting because Sharapova can break ear drums. And I remember it came up because when I hit the ball really hard I let out a little grunt and it is totally involuntary and generally results in a really far golf shot. At present Sharapova is killing some girl I don’t remember seeing before and there is actual sun in the sky.

Today I got my CT scan appointment and it is on July 10. It has to be at the far away hospital because I can get in there sooner. Now I assumed this yesterday but was still pissed about it so I feel bad calling my Dr. a retard. I didn’t mean it. But I don’t like the receptionist for serious. I was a receptionist for years I feel I know everything in the WORLD about being a good receptionist and she could use some work. I’d be happy to show her a thing or two and I don’t even like strangers or talking on the phone and I was still very good if I do say so myself.

I have to have the injection type CT scan which I was dreading as I had one in 1994 because of my headaches and I had a reaction to the contrast material containing iodine that they inject you with. OF COURSE only some small number of people have a reaction to it my Dad didn’t but that is just sensitive old me nothing I can do about it.

I had a another CT scan in 1998 when I came down with an extreme case of Labyrinthitis but I was so messed up I have no idea what, if and when they may have injected me with it, could have been aliens taking care of me for all I knew that is still the sickest I have ever been in my life. I remember all of it except the parts where I was passed out drooling down my face in the hallway of the hospital because they didn’t have enough beds. Oh Spockette thank you AGAIN for saving me that day.

Sweet, I thought I was going to have to go alone or Adam was going to have to miss some work to get me home but I have a girlfriend who is taking me to the hospital there and back, one less thing to worry about. I know I am 30 now and CAN go alone but I really didn’t want to.

I have no idea how to start this post I have written about ten sentences already and deleted them. I have things to say but they are stuck or something. I could start with the weekend. The couch got another hole in it and now we have a sheet on it. Classy. We really can’t afford a new couch and chair but are going to have to figure something out. All I know is covering the couch and matching chair is expensive and that the set is comfy so it will be sort of hard to say goodbye to when we figure out how to afford a new set. We also need a new down quilt. It has little holes all over it so when I take the cover off to wash it feathers go flying everywhere and then we are cold at night. I love it when everything expensive breaks and falls apart at the same time. THAT IS WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT!

Friends, David and Steph came over on Friday night and we showed Steph how to play Guitar Hero and she wanted to walk out the door and buy it. Can’t say I’m surprised. It only rules 45.7889546789978% of my life. We can not wait until next month when the new 80’s edition comes out then we will have three games equaling some crazy number of songs. AWESOME. I have finished hard level on both GH 1 and 2 now so I am officially playing on expert, which means I officially suck again. GH 1 has no practice mode so you really and I mean really gotta giver, I kept getting only 9 or 10% into BARK AT THE MOON and failing it over and over and over and over and over again and then all of a sudden it was like I was taken over by Robbie Robertson or someone of that caliber and I played like a true rock star and blew that song right off the map. I probably could not finish it again.

We played a round of golf on Saturday morning, also with David, and then it basically rained the rest of the weekend. We even had five minutes of thunder and lightening. Bloody rip off.

I wanted to go for a Brazilian wax this Tuesday but just so you know I FINALLY got my period on Saturday. I say FINALLY because of this prolactin rubbish I have going on with my boobs it has been causing my cycle to fuck me around big time with 35 to 38 days in-between. Little did I know that was what has been causing my screwed up cycle and I even mentioned to my Dr. I was having problems with my cycle length when I went in for my physical a few months ago. Seriously, if it wasn’t for my therapist I’d be fucked he is the only one that has a clue what is going on. I always try and NOT take it for granted that I know he used to have a general practice before he became a psychiatrist but fuck that I’m telling him EVERYTHING now. I could still feed a baby with my right breast but the left one, not so much.

Speaking of feeding babies, we watched Knocked Up. That be some funny shit.

Wimbledon 2007 has started and they have already had a rain delay awesome I love Wimbledon.

I take a lot of heat for being a Toronto Maple Leafs fan living in Vancouver when I’m also a Canucks fan. I’ll admit I’ve had a waning interest in the NHL [not HOCKEY just the NHL] since the strike and since Bertuzzi left. But I love him playing for Detroit I think it is perfect for him and this means I am now a band wagon Red Wings fan and will still collect all Bertuzzi memorabilia. Aside from that I like to fuck with people so in the past I’ve done things like wear my Leafs jersey to work when the Canucks and the Leafs have still been in the playoffs so I guess I deserve some of the heat. But I just walk around, hands up, exclaiming, LOOK I AM from Ontario, I grew up watching the Leafs my cousins would disown me if I ever lost my Leafs love.

I can’t remember exactly how it came up but Rebecca and I were IMing and the Leafs not being in the playoffs and golf came up and she said I should go golfing in my Leafs jersey. Cheeky cheeky.

So I thought sure why not I’m sure the Leafs aren’t out there wearing their jerseys on the course but you can guarantee they are out there let me go show them some support and or make fun of them either/or, dishing it can be as good as taking it.

I caused quite a stir let me tell you. We went at 8:10am and people were staring at me and straining their necks back to look at me and I got over four YOU ARE WEARING THE WRONG JERSEYs and this was on the course so like DUH you are thick and totally not getting my statement. I also played like complete and utter shit and I blame the jersey. TOTALLY. It was cursed. We both played like shit. I had Vancouver Canuck socks on but they were obviously not enough. The rivalry between the teams is simply too great and Vancouver’s love for their Canucks ruined my round AND Adam’s.

And then vindication, we walked by a window and on the inside of the window they had a sign that said ‘LETS GO RAPTORS!’ and inside the living room was a group of guys, one pointed at me while the others turned to look and all gave me thumbs up and faux high fives and gang symbols and shit and we were laughing so hard we went back and I walked up to their window and had my picture taken with them.

My Converse shoes completely fell apart on both inside heels BUT I love them and they are pretty much fine everywhere else and I am NOT a fan of sneakers looking new. I am fine with fancy shoes looking new and am actually anal about keeping them that way but sneakers should look worn. I will run around in dirt to achieve a dirtier more worn in look faster if necessary. With sneakers there is ONE exception and that would be my actual RUNNING shoes those are ONLY worn for running and nothing else and if you are a ‘runner’ you know that you can have a pair of shoes that you have ran through completely that are so clean it is hard to believe you can’t run in them anymore or the complete opposite and they look like a bomb hit them when they are done. But see, running shoes to a runner are like golf clubs to a golfer so trying to keep them pristine is different. But I digress; the rubber on the backs of my Converse shoes was actually cutting into my heels and I did not want to give them up and wearing thicker socks wasn’t helping so I did what any other bred and born Canadian would do and I duct taped them. Or rather Adam duct taped them. Even though I was suspicious of the slipperiness and skeptical of my abilities to handle all the little folds and creases in the taped heel I was desperate. I have worn them twice now since the taping, once with thicker sports socks and once with thinner socks and both times NO slippage and NO heel pain. I am pretty sure that most people know how amazing of an invention duct tape is but this is really my first experience with its full awesomeness it saved a life, even if it was just the life of a pair of shoes it is still life saving shit. Long live my Cons.

And P.S. Would I be able to call myself a true Spock fan if I did not post this? I think not. Just be warned it is set to Nine Inch Nails, ‘Closer’ so don’t be silly and open it at work. It could also be considered a short documentary entitled: Spock and Shatty - An Even Closer Look at Their Love.

In finding this I discovered it isn’t just Crocodiles that Erin Magnopere and I have in common now we have Spock and boob obsession in common too and I didn’t even know it. She posted this video before I even knew it existed, what kind of Spock fan am I? You learn something new about your blogging buddies everyday! Or maybe she likes Shatty? I just assume it is Spock, I hope it’s Spock, please let it be Spock.