“What have we done with innocence? It disappeared with time and never made much sense.”

It’s a cold, rainy Sunday morning and the only thing on this cable-less TV is some kids show about birds. I dislike birds. Especially big colourful ones, like parrots. They creep me out. Except for Toucan Sam. That guy is the shit.

Saturday was a light day in terms of movies, but as a whole it was eventful. The film today is a documentary called More Than A Game. It was awesome. Back in 1999 a film crew decided to follow a group of friends playing baskeball together in Akron, Ohio when they were in Grade 8 and followed them until they graduated high school. This wouldn’t really be much of a story, but that team ended being regarded as one of the greatest U.S. high school basketball teams of all time. Oh…and they had a young man by the name of LeBron James on the team.

As I watched this film I had visions of the director over the years following this team salivating about what he had in his hands. I think his new favourite word might be “Cha-Ching!”. Throughout their four years of high school together they won three national championships and lost in the final of the other one. This film showed their arrogance as they became so dominant and their huimility when they finally lost a game that they should have won.

You know me and my sports films. I always check out a sports documentary if there is one. Year of the Yao, Heart of the Game, More Than A Game, He Got Game, she got game, they got game…it might feel good, it might sound a lil’ somethin’, but fuck the game if it ain’t saying nothin’. Sorry…just got caught up in a little Chuck D there.

After that flick it was time to head down to Toronto Island to check out the Virgin Festival. I was offered a ticket and who am I to turn down live music. There were only two bands playing that I was interested in seeing. The Fratellis and the Foo Fighters. This was a pretty big festival and they had all of your usual features. Multiple stages, food tents, beer tents, hemp tents, giant giraffe men on stills, hair salons….what? Wait. What? There were a few unsettling mascots on stilts…one being a giraffe man. Very odd. There were also tree people and a hair salon. $30 to get your hair styled. In a tent. At a rock show. Who the fuck would do that?

Apparently, I also knew everyone on the island. I ran into two former employees (neither spat on me or threw anything) and girl I went to college with. I also spotted someone else I knew, but couldn’t remember his name so I just avoid him like the plague.

The bands that I saw: Constantines – Didn’t like them. MGMT – Not my cup of tea. Fratellis – Enjoyed them. Bloc Party – Don’t rock enough for me. Foo Fighters – Awesome. Dave Grohl is the man. Before anybody flips out…all of the bands were musically fine…I just didn’t enjoy their style of music.

What I did enjoy was the blonde girl working the fruit smoothie shack. Pretty much the only reason I decided to plop down $6 on a peach/mango drink. Although it turns out she was quite dumb as she had trouble figuring out how many 50 cent Fruit To Go’s one would get for $4. So hot though.
Alright, got a Jays game to go to and then Zack and Miri Make A Porno. That’s a movie… not just two of my kinky friends.

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