Book Review - Come On You Reds: The Story of Toronto FC

I recently purchased my copy of "Come On You Reds: The Story of Toronto FC," written by Joshua Kloke, and as someone who has been around the club since its inception, I felt it was my obligation to provide a book review, and give my thoughts.

Canada 5-0 Dominica: CONCACAF Nations League Qualifying

I am going to post some quick thoughts on the Canada vs. Dominica match that I went to yesterday.

You Should Drink Alcohol Before Your Class

I was always shy when it came to speaking up in class. If I did not have to saying anything in front of my classmates, I would not. I never liked speaking up in class because I did not want to say the wrong thing in front of the teacher or my classmates and be embarrassed. I especially did not like when classes I took, had a grade specifically for participation, which contributed to your final grade. With participation grades, I had no choice but to contribute to discussions in class.

The Condom Poker Story

Photo taken from Brock University's Twitter

A number of years have passed since the events of this story occurred, and I believe that now is the right time to tell the story of how I crashed a major campus event during my first year at university. My university friends filled some of the details in, as I was too drunk to remember the whole story. Regardless, this story will give a sense of what my mindset was at the time, which was quite different from what I am now.

2018 Campeones Cup: My Thoughts (And Internal Struggles)

The day before the match, I was feeling a little bit depressed. I was still trying to determine whether to go to this match or not. Deep down, in the pit of my stomach, I did not want to go to the match, for the reasons described in my previous post. Another reason why I do not want to go to the match is that I do not want my personal life and my professional life to mix. When I used to go to Toronto FC matches, one of the main reasons why I went was because it provided me an escape from the pressures of school, work, and life in general. I needed that outlet to let off steam and to express myself, as well as to be myself. I used to get involved in some nefarious things on match-days, things that my workplace would not exactly approve. Now that my co-workers are going to the match, if I do end up going to the match, I would have to behave myself. It is almost as if I would have to be a chaperone.