Love is blind. Love gets in the way of the critical thought, and can suck you into a cycle of abuse that you mistake for normality.

Love allows someone to err, say they are sorry over and over, reflexively, ad nauseam. You forgive, forget and repeat the pantomime. What does sorry even mean?

Enter the Toronto Maple Leafs.

On Tuesday MLSE, the Leafs ownership group, took out a full page open letter in Toronto papers apologizing to fans.

They were regretful for "falling short of everyone's expectations." They claimed to "not take for granted" their "passionate and loyal fans."

What a bunch of nonsense.

There is a big difference between mouthing the word's "I'm sorry," and actual sincerity.

For years the Leafs organization has played its fans, and the media for that matter, like a finely-tuned Stradivarius.

Each year it is the same promise of success, and then subsequent vow ...

News flash: the price of gas is going up significantly... again.  Exclusive update: this ongoing pain at the pump is actually your fault.

That’s right, you are to blame. Not because you “chose” to drive a car, or you are a bad human being. Or that drivers "deserve" to pay for the damage they are doing to the environment.

I find those arguments asinine. No, it is an entirely different reason that you are both the problem and the solution.

As I type, Newstalk 1010 newscaster Evelyn Macko broke the story that gas prices will be going up 4 cents, making the price of gas a staggering 139.6 a litre.

Welcome to your new normal.

Over time, I have interviewed many, many experts on this issue. I have heard all sorts of theories as to why prices are as high as they are.

I have indulged the conspiracies about collusion in the industry. I have listened to the rallying cry to ...

Two and a half years ago the world witnessed an athletic train wreck. One of the most recognizable athletes in our lifetime crashed and burned before our very eyes. Personally, professionally, and as a man.

The events following Tiger Woods' 2009 car accident are well-documented. Torrid affairs, stories of sexual addiction, a family in tatters; the world's best golfer without his major sponsors and unable to recapture the swing that made him a star.

Commentators and sports pundits jumped up and down on the grave of Tiger Woods' golf career, some reveling in the fact that someone so seemingly pristine and perfect was actually deeply flawed at his core.

I'm not sure those same "experts" were feeling so celebratory Sunday.

After years, finally, Woods did something that used to seem so commonplace.

He won.

Now it wasn't the world's biggest golf tournament to be sure. It wasn't a Major or ...

Some of my fondest memories in life involve me, my dad, and sports.

The smell of Toronto's old Exhibition stadium in late May, a mixture of peanuts, hot dogs, and Lake Ontario (when Lake Ontario still had a pleasant odor). My dad explaining the intricacies of my first game between the Jays and Bosox, the old ticket stubs.

The feeling of my dad putting me up on his shoulders in the cramped confines of Maple Leaf Gardens to watch Rick Vaive skate up the right wing and put the puck in the net. That year, from what I recall, the crowd roared extra loud because Vaive was on the way to scoring 50 goals, something no Toronto Maple Leaf had ever done.

Those buildings are gone now, and so is the chance for a lot of children to experience some of the magical moments that I once enjoyed.

The corporate ...