So I was driving into Buffalo this afternoon for grad class while listening to The Shredd and Ragan Show and had the opportunity to go on air and share one of my favorite bad song lyrics.  Click the play button above this post and take a listen.

I honestly didn't plan on actively blogging until I had the podcast show up and running, but I feel inspired to rant some based on an international incident that happened tonight.  After class tonight, I joined a few friends to hydrate myself at the bars on Elmwood Avenue in Buffalo.  I'm standing there by the dart boards with my brewski (b-t-dubs, I highly suggest Rohrbachs Red if your local pub has it on their microbrew menu).... so I'm standing there by the dart board and a relatively attractive blonde female approaches me and asks if she can read my shirt.  I let her read my shirt and then she just walks away without saying ANYTHING!  Who does that!?!  I'm fine with someone asking to read my shirt, but the least you can do is make a comment to me about it.... who just walks away?  I should point out that my shirt says "Canada: America's Hat" (see image below). 

As she walks into the distance I yell, "What?  You aren't Canadian are you?  Damn freeloading Canucks!" to which I received a few laughs from the bar, but no response from her.  She walks back over to her group of 5-6 friends and although I thought it was a little weird that she didn't reply, I did not follow up with her.  After finishing my beer I decided to head out.  While walking past her group of friends, a chair was magically kicked in front of me impeding my exit.  I look to my left to find what one may describe as a typical frat douche - popped collar, gelled fohawk, and all.  I looked at the guy and said, "yes?" - to hear "I'm not a freeloader!"  I of course said, "Oh, I'm sorry - you must be Canadian."  Now up until this point in my life, I've had no real reason to have anything against our neighbor to the north nor it's people.  However, this Mountie without a horse was angry.  What the hell, I thought all Canadian's were supposed to be friendly.  Trying to make peace, I let him know that it's just a shirt and after the Sabres, the Toronto Maple Leafs are my hockey team of choice.  Just my luck... he's an Ottawa Senators fan.  Needless to say, things were getting stickier than a moose covered in maple syrup.  I wasted the next several minutes of my life listening to this Canuck telling me about how he wears his Ottawa jersey to GOLDs gym in Depew and that he's kicked plenty of Buffalo fans asses for less.

I was close to throwing on my knitted tuque, putting a toonie in the jukebox, playing some Celine Dion, and challenging this hoser to a curling match... 'but Chet,' you may ask, 'why didn't you just kick his ass?'.  Simple... Canada has a free national healthcare system for all of its people... and that, my friends, is a system you don't fuck with.

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