Musings —07.10.2015 08:30 AM—
My friend of several decades, Bob, is recognized this morning in The New York Times, no less:
“The bid, mounted in 2009, was largely the work of Bob Richardson, a public relations executive and high-level Liberal Party strategist. Mr. Richardson was a driving force in an unsuccessful bid for the 2008 Summer Olympic Games…”
The story itself is needlessly bitchy, but it was at least nice to see Bob’s efforts on behalf of amateur sport – which go back two decades – being recognized. He’s not a politician or a political staffer or a millionaire with a private jet – he’s a regular private citizen, who brought the Pan Am Games to Toronto. Think about that.
Why aren’t all the Pan Am events sold out? It has nothing to do with the Games themselves, I think, and more to do with a Toronto-centric phenomenon I have written about before: the Maple Leafs Syndrome. To wit: “…the source of the Rob Ford problem isn’t, in fact, Rob Ford. It’s the people who put him in office. It’s Torontonians themselves, afflicted as they are by Maple Leafs Syndrome. In Toronto, you can put crap on the ice, year after year — you can put trailer park trash in charge of the city — and Torontonians will keep doing what they always do about things that are a joke, a farce, a source of bottomless shame. Which is, mostly, nothing.”
In the 18 years I have been temporarily resident here, I have observed that the good people in Toronto can’t get excited about anything, ever. In all my time here, I have not once see Torontonians get worked up anything. Hell, even when Toronto had unrest at the G20, they had to import the rioters from Vancouver and Montreal.
So, don’t blame my friend Rob, or the three levels of government, for the stuff the New York Times whinges about. Blame Torontonians.
If being listless, limp and languorous were Olympic events, they’d win all the medals.