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I don’t even know where to start with this guy, but in high school he was the last guy to leave a party and still getting 100% on tests. It didn’t make sense. I mean, one minute you are having a couple of drinks with him, and the next minute he is resolving conflict with a couple of pretzels, a puzzle piece, and a bottle cap.

That is the beauty of hanging out with Toph…you never know where the night will take you. One time we ended up on someones lawn at 2am just eating Old Dutch Salt & Vinegar chips. Another time we are out in Toronto getting our picture taken with Wayne Gretzky, just to steal his leftover beer after he left. It was like drinking out of the Stanley Cup and we both got Wayne’s cold as a result.

He is smooth on the ice, as well as the dance floor. I remember just before he moved away we had all gone out Scandals and we were cutting some tiles to the Hip (likely a request we had made for Paul Ratte’s birthday). A couple of birds came over and started dancing beside us and I remember Toph swooshing them away with hands like dust and telling them “I’m dancing with buddy, leave us alone”. Those moments meant something to Toph and it made me realize how important those friendships were to him.

Happy 50th Birthday my friend. Wish I was there to cut some tiles with you tonight and celebrate.

Scott Sullivan is my muse. Has been for a long time. That guy will get me thinking about something and the next thing you know I have been up all day.

I first starting noticing his creativity on the ice. He would craft these moves up in his garage and then finesse them out during a game. It could be as simple as adding a little more mustard on his passes or straight up toe drag feed through his legs to the backhand to beat the D. These “subtle tweaks” to his game spilled over into a YouTube Channel called “Top Shelf” that is a definate must see.

Eventually Scott and I got together for a little Podcast we called Daddy Mac N’ Cheese where we would sit around and talk about our experience as a couple of modern family guys. Funny thing though, it’s hard for a couple of modern day family guys to find to time to sit around and be creative. I can’t help but feel like we have so much unfinished business to discuss. In fact, Scotty is the only person in this work that I speak with on the phone for more than 15 mins at a time.

Although, there was that video we collabed on back in 2012 for the Transcona State of Mind contest we made some time for.

One thing I have learned over the years it that it’s more fun when Sully is there. Whether it was in the Jeep, flicking the spinner, or just straight up having a few drinks and singing with the Hip, Sully brought it.

Had a blast at your birthday, both visits. It was everything I thought it would be and more. The music was spot on and the food was awesome. So good to see everyone and you have done so well to surround yourself with so many amazing friends and family. So cool of Drew to show up too!

Happy birthday 50th birthday Sully, so happy to be able to share it with you.

This weekend was Bryan Gould’s 50th birthday and how can you go wrong with Minsky on planning and Timmy G on music? You can’t.

On the way home I was telling Shan and Sully just how lucky we are to celebrating our 50th birthdays with guys we grew up with. I am not sure many people have that. Sitting there watching guys come in the door like Vern, Ponch, Sully, Timmy, Peters, Tams, Ports, it made me realize how far we have all come. We were kids back then with no idea that these guys were going to be lifelong friends. That we were going to see them all get real jobs, new cars, girlfriends and wives, families of their own. – And right there at the center of it all is Bryan Gould. The rock of our group.

I credit Gould for bringing me into his friend group, the group that I am so grateful to call my own today. Bry taught me about friendship in a way that nobody else could have. It’s hard to explain when I think about it but he was always there without really being there. There when you needed him most and just within reach if you need him. We got drunk alot too and he is up for just about anything!

Like all the weddings, socials, and parties we have shared over the years it was a pleasure to share in your 50th buddy! I can’t wait to cut some tiles at your 60th. Three Pistols strong.

We lost Drew to the U.S.A. quite a few years back but he is still one of my most revered and influential friends. I love to see him when he is in town and other than some strange way of saying certain words it’s almost like he never left.

My best memories with Drew are forsure the camping trips. The family cottages, Cyr’s place, even May long weekend when we just got to see Drew on the first night.

Drew is a cheater at hockey though. One time we were all playing floor hockey at Norberry and we all had to go and buy these flimsy plastic sticks that we could bend ridiculous curves on. Drew decided that he could just tape an entire 6′ wooden stick and nobody would notice. He then proceeded to chop us down at will. You can see it in the first minute of The Lost Norberry Tapes. Still not sure how ever got that stick into his Celica.

Drew also has great taste in music and was certainly been my biggest influence musically in those days. He introduced me to Pearl Jam and the likes of Stone Temple Pilots. We also agreed on the Tragically Hip so we shared in all of those concerts over the years with the group as well. He showed me the best ways to download music and pirate movies like a real friend should.

I couldn’t celebrate 50 with you this year Drew as I know you are getting ready for another election. I thank you for always being a great friend and I look forward to seeing you soon…in Canada.

Had a great time over at the Tam’s residence this past weekend to celebrate George’s 50th. How about those meatballs hey fellas?

I have known George since about grade 10 but we really started hanging out after high school. I have had so many good times with drunk George that I can’t remember them all. I am sure he can’t either. Great memories of George passed out, and the redness in his face just before that happens. The angry rants that he could drop about just about anything, and who could forget handing out beers to kids at Halloween (not his fault). George always has the best halloween costumes.

I think George may even have met Rachelle in the upstairs bedroom at my parents place on Handyside during a pre-game.

We have had many years of Nolan’s Hockey together, roller hockey, the countless camping trips. I am grateful for the years of friendship George, and I hope you had an amazing 50th birthday. Glad we could be a part of it.

Happy birthday buddy.

Peeverpalooza is officially over and now I can officially blame everything on my age. You know I will. I remember when I wanted to buy a Jeep and I told Shan “I don’t want to be 50 years taking the roof on and off a Jeep. I need to buy it now while I am 46, young and spry”. Pretty soon she will be putting on my socks.

It started by booking off Friday and heading out to Pat and Carla’s cabin for some chill time with the fam. Shan and Lexi were already there so Ash and I drove out with Pat so that we could help him launch the boat. Pauly met us there on Friday and we had a couple of nights to hang out and go fishing with Pat. Actually got in a good swim with Ashlyn just before we left. It would have been such a shame to be at that gorgeous lake and not jump in. Big thanks to Pat and Carla for having us, and extending our invitation to Paul as well. You guys always make us feel so welcome, care for our kids, and make the visits so easy and fun.

Saturday we drove back and we went to Tyler’s for a swim and some poker. Shan and Al had organized a little get together with Tyler and Mandy so we all arriveda little bit early to swim. Shan ordered a bunch of wings and then we played poker well into the morning. Big thanks to Mandy and Tyler for hosting – the cupcakes, the decorations, and of course the taco dip! Thanks to Al for organizing the poker and getting the guys together. Thanks to the guys who could make it out, I know how busy summer can be.

Sunday Paul and I went and watched Haddon play soccer and then got ready for a nice dinner at Frankie’s. If you haven’t been there, Nonna Maria’s Lasagna is to die for. Everyone seemed to really enjoy their dinner and desert for some, but it didn’t stop us from hitting up the Krispy Kreme right after. It felt good to get out for a nice sit down dinner with the kids.

Tuesday Paul had to head out and I had to work. After work Mom ordered up some Five Guys and Marcy and John met us at our place for a nice birthday dinner. It was great to have a night with family and take it all in.

50 feels different and I would be lying if I said otherwise. Its the age I would use if I was describing someone who is older than me and I wasn’t sure just how old they were.

“Aren’t they like, 50?” I would say.

I am a little slower getting out of bed, even slower on the ice, and I take note of all the little aches and pains. Each time wondering if they are here to stay like the grey in my beard and the puffiness under my eyes.

Still lot’s to accomplish and so much more to reflect on.

Gary and I go waaaaaaaaay back to family birthdays in Charleswood slamming pool balls around the table in his basement to Sunday night dinners on Hector. I always looked forward to having him there to hang out with. It was back in the days where if you left the house your parents had no way of knowing where you were, or when you would be back. We would disappear to the park to at the end of the street to play catch or chat up the Fort Rouge kids.

I remember a time I was sleeping over at his place and he took me “frogging”. I think it was a little place in Charleswood called Beaver Creek or something like that. It was the first time I had ever caught frog to be honest and it seemed like old hat for Gary. Must have been a Charleswood thing.

Now we are 50 and birthdays look a little but different. Bo and the kids did an amazing job putting together a casino themed event that was spectactular. There was Blackjack and Roulette tables, amazing food and drink (thank you Julia), and it was great to see so many family members, and friends. Shannon and I had a blast. Who would have thought we would be working and playing hockey together after all these years.

Happy 50th Birthday Gary! So proud of all you have accomplished over the last 50 years and I can’t wait to see where it takes you.

Al and I took off for Thunder Bay this past weekend to attend Paul’s 50th birthday.

We took off early Saturday morning and it was nothing but blue skies and open highway. We did the usual stops for bathroom breaks and gas station egg salad. Of course Slurpees in Dryden, the last 7 ELEVEn this side of Thunder Bay. We stopped at the Subway in Ignace instead of the bar this time mostly because we were in a hurry and didn’t want any chance encounters with “The Newt” to hold us up.

We didn’t have much time when we arrived for visiting because it was almost time to roll out. We donned our “snaps”, threw on some baby powder and Gun Barrel, and headed out to On The Links. Charski reserved a section for all of Paul’s Thunder Bay crew along with a few golf sims to add to the fun. We had a blast so hat’s off to Melissa for putting the night together it was awesome. It was great to see the Ratte kids (who will always be kids to me) and also to hang out with Paul’s Mom and Pops who also made the drive out.

I can’t remember the last time we were all out until 3am but it might as well be Paul’s 50th! I think he had an awesome time. He has a really good crew of people out in Thunder Bay and it’s nice to know he is so well taken care of out there. It’s no suprise knowing how much we miss him around here.

Ratty and I have been besties in my eyes since Grade 5, when I first moved over to GWood. We grew up playing street hockey, sneaking out at sleepovers, and riding the bike trails by the Seine River. We were joined at the hip through high school, got our licenses, started jobs, got married, had kids, moved away, and somehow grew even closer together.

March 26, 2024 – Happy 50th big buddy! Not even a blizzard could keep us from this one.

It’s a big year for 50’s and what better way to start things off than with Scott Vernon!

I started hanging out with “Vern” in grade 11 or 12. We had a couple of classes together that we often skipped to go driving around in his Mom’s Nissan Pulsar NX. He showed me how to “bang shift” in that little red chick magnet with the T-Tops off. Shifting gears without the clutch for all you perverts reading this. We listened to Bootsauce full blast and drank slurpees (go figure).

Hanging with Vern came with all kinds of perks like afternoons by the pool and talking to girls way out of my league. After highschool he got a job at the Canad Inns and was literally our ticket to U4IA. I remember we would be getting to the bar late and seeing lineups out the door. We would ask for “Mr. Vernon” at the front desk and soon after Scott would be leading through the kitchen and into the club. He always took care of his friends and still does.

In fact, Scott’s parent’s used to own a Sooters Photography and it wasn’t uncommon for him to come in with friends for some professional portraits. This was a little before my time but it’s a pretty good indicator that Scott takes his friendships quite seriously.

One of the original members of the Three Pistols Vern might be one of the best hockey players I have ever played with. Hands all day and it often looks like he isn’t even trying. My favourite is waching him double tap the puck with the toe of his stick before unleashing a howitzer slapshot. Classic!!

It was actually at one of Scott’s birthdays (maybe his 28th?) that I was first seduced by my wife at the Tiajuana Yacht Club.

It’s been 36 years of friendship and now we share Dad stories and meet up for the occassional plate of wings when life permits us. Some might even say we work together.

January 12th, 2024 – Happy 50th Vern, it was a pleasure and an honour to celebrate with you.