So, no Olympic bid.
We broke the story last night that the Mayor’s going to say Toronto is out of the bidding – well, it’s more like the city isn’t actually going to get in the bidding rather and drop out of it – and how do we all feel about this?
I’m kind of conflicted, to tell you the truth.
Vastly improved sports facilities and their legacies, much need infrastructure projects that would eventually make life easier for all of us, a much-welcome boost of civic pride at being able to pull something that substantial off.
That said, there was always something troubling about the idea of going whole hog now for 202 4; it’s seemed from the first time it was proposed to be little more than a kneejerk reaction to the feel-good memories of the Pan American Games and I don’t think that’s any way to go into something as big as an Olympic bid.
Taking a step back seems like a good idea, we have no idea how this never-ending federal election campaign will play out (we are still in an election campaign, right?) and what the repercussions of that will be and I don’t know that there was enough time to truly do all the necessary due diligence before launching an official bid.
Forget for a moment that the Canadian Olympic Committee keeps telling anyone who’ll listen how supportive it is, that’s really got nothing to do with the process and it’d be shocking and deadly if they weren’t behind it.
Timing, as they say, is everything and I just don’t think the timing of this works.
Now, sadly, is not the right time.
Well, here we go.
Now, many of you realize my Luddite tendencies when it comes to the interwebs and what we can do so we’ll soldier on and get this newfangled thing worked out.
Please check it out.
Anyone miss a ball game last night?
Now, it’s true we weren’t totally familiar with the laws and traditions but seeing how we saw Moms sitting in the front seats of cars on the highways with babies on their laps, we figured things were a bit lax and this street, just off Reforma seemed like one big party.
Two non-English speaking cops meet up with my friend, make it known he’s violating some law – and who knows if he actually was – and though hand signals and google translate apps on their phones, let it be known he needs to pay 5,000 Mexican pesos directly to them to solve the problem.
Well, that’s bullpoop and everyone knows it. My buddy tells the cop they need to go to the hotel around the corner and find someone who can translate so this little misunderstanding can be cleared up. That starts the negotiations in the middle of the street and once 400 pesos change hands the whole mess goes away.
Street justice, I guess.