Murray Wood's Blog

Family lore has it that my grandfather only ever took two bullets with him when he went deer hunting. And he almost always brought one bullet back.

Well, I have a rifle that came from my grandfather, but I’m sorry to say that it didn’t come with his legendary shooting ability. Opening day of white-tail season saw me forget the clip for the rifle. So, it was now effectively a single shot. I could only put in one shell at a time. This would have been fine for Grandpa; not so much for me.

There are, it seems, three kinds of drivers on the roads. Mario’s, Uneasy Rider’s and the rest of us.

Mario’s seem convinced they are the superior drivers. They seek not only to gain advantage by bumper shining the car ahead of them, but to demonstrate their Andretti like abilities by making a show of changing lanes. Not for them, the signal light, followed by shoulder check, followed by a smooth merge. They dart a quick glance behind, then swoop into the next lane with a burst of speed, as though they were grabbing the pole position at Monaco.

I wonder what the caller who described Canada’s involvement in Afghanistan as a war crime thinks about this?

I wonder what the young college student who wrote a column describing Remembrance Day as a depraved celebration of war, violence and death thinks; particularly since his family fled the Taliban?

The world is horrified…again…at the action of terrorists who want to return Afghanistan to another century. Eight girls walking to school, had acid hurled in their faces by two men on a motorcycle.

I’m not surprised, but I am disgusted. Once again, a trip to the mall finds me shaking my head. A store with a proud Canadian tradition had its Christmas decorations up, in advance of Remembrance Day.

I saw a Christmas tree, but I didn’t see any wreaths with poppies, or for that matter, I didn’t even see poppies on the store’s staff.

There was one miracle from the Bishop on Saturday. That he was still the starting quarterback in the 2nd half.

At one point, a guy behind me hollered, are you saying Boo or Boo-ishop?
Right about now, Rider fans expect that was the last time they’ll see Michael Bishop at Taylor Field. But it wasn’t entirely his fault. After all, the coach left him in there. And there were the two fumbles on kick returns.

Sloppy, sloppy football by the offense and special teams. However, the offence was consistent. It scored a field goal in every quarter.