A blog with our name just couldn’t resist this Wayneism….a follow up to the naming of a street after Mike Myers.

The Mike Myers Drive sign city workers installed on Thursday had been reported stolen by the time the sun came up on Friday.

“It’s probably in a basement rec room somewhere,” Mr. Berardinetti suggested.

Probably. Wayne Campbell would be darned proud.

Yesterday, the Red Star had a headline “White Jays” or some such nonsense, pointing out the Blue Jays had more white players than ever on their roster.  Today, this article points out that most Jays and most readers were predictably outraged by the Star, who seem to be doing whatever it takes to try and start a race war.

The story added that the Jays are once again winning and vying for a playoff spot and that this bucking of baseball’s diversity trend could lead other teams to copy the Jays’ model and change the game’s demographics.

Many Jays players were upset by the story.

They took particular exception to a “White Jays” headline promoting the story on the front page of the paper and the accompanying colour photos of each player on the opening-day roster.

The Star did the same thing accusing the police of racial profiling, specifically picking on blacks.  The police lawsuit was thrown out, but once again it shows the Star is desperate for a story and will pull the race card whenever it needs to sell a paper.  Yellow journalism, isn’t that what it’s called?

It’s amazing what you drive over…I drive on this street many times a week and had no idea of the story below.

Bernd Baldus, a University of Toronto sociologist, strolls along Crawford Street, searching for a gap in the pavement that tells a strange tale about the city’s past. He surveys a short stretch of that unremarkable residential street, which passes through the northwest corner of Trinity Bellwoods Park. On either side of the road is a typical Toronto park: trimmed grass, trees, young families out for an evening walk. Baldus soon spots a pothole that, on close inspection, is surprisingly deep, with evidence of rusty iron rods within it.

“I wish I’d brought a flashlight,” he mutters. What’s in that hole, amazingly, is the elegant Crawford Street Bridge. For the past 40 years, it has been completely buried in