Northlands President and CEO resigns
Sal says that thoroughbred horsemen in Alberta should be thanking Tim Reid for being so brutally and arrogantly incompetent during his rein of greater than normal mismanagement at Edmonton Northlands as without his brutally misconceived Vision 2020, Northlands Park wouldn’t have left the racing scene and we wouldn’t have the Century Mile to look forward to.
Before you read this article remember Hemingway’s salient words: Develop a built-in bullshit detector.
Sal says GRTBR.
Sal says the scuttlebutt is that Reid got the job in Regina based on Buzzy Burke’s comments about his ability to be the backup Zamboni driver.
As Sal said when the CCW left for Lotus Land Regina’s loss is Edmonton’s gain.
Didn’t Regina have a horse racing track before Les Butler shut it down.
Sal says that Hina Alam better learn quick that in journalism mom’s reminder that If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all should be in the wastebasket before you graduate from your elementary school newsletter. Sal like Phil before him calls a spade a spade and sometime an effing shovel.
As far as I’m concerned, it’s a damned shame that a field as potentially dynamic and vital as journalism should be overrun with dullards, bums, and hacks, hag-ridden with myopia, apathy, and complacence, and generally stuck in a bog of stagnant mediocrity.
Hunter S. Thompson
“Is it looking like Tom might be a game-time decision?”
So … actually, I have no idea what that means.
Belichick is a demonstrably great football tactician, but the professional role he has most perfected is delightful misanthrope. The hobo wardrobe (he makes $7.5-million U.S. per annum), the inability to meet eyes, the baffled pauses, the inaudible mumbling, the towering disdain.
He’s spent a decade in New England constructing a Dickensian character called ‘Bill Belichick’ and played him more convincingly than Laurence Olivier.
When Belichick sneers at your stupidity, it isn’t bad manners. It’s art.
Sal wanders if Belichuk has an offshore betting account where he bets the spread.
The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother.
Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
I’d rather attend a place of worship where prostitutes are dressed in their seductive best, men and women smelling of alcohol, some dope head tweaking beside of me and the stinky homeless in front of me than a bunch of religious folks in their Sunday best lifting hands and worshiping God that they do not live out during the week as they point fingers and judge. Let’s have church now!
John M Sheehan