Your Sunday morning read: random thoughts from here and there; by Chuck Duboff

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Two great goals yesterday by:        Laine and Laine

  • I wake up some days wondering if this whole President Trump nightmare is really happening…and when I realize that it is, I literally get sick to my stomach.
  • Dustin Byfuglien is playing the best hockey of his Winnipeg Jets career
  • Like the Tin Man in Wizard of Oz…I would suggest that Brian Pallister doesn’t have a heart.
  • A Stantonian home run for Giancarlo Stanton yesterday in the Yankees exhibition game.   
  • Canadians need to realize that we are no better than Americans when it comes to racism; we bemoan the manner in which Americans treat African-American people, yet, the sickening way we treat Aboriginal people makes us no better.
  • Plus temperatures coming all week…don’t think I can take much more of winter.
  • What a great, great goal by Laine ( my granddaughter) in her soccer game yesterday; great footwork and a powerful shot!!
  • And then our Jets Laine follows it up with a rocket goal in the afternoon for his 40th…tying Ovechkin for the NHL lead in goals!!
  • So cool watching Rick Forney build his team for the upcoming Goldeyes season.forney
  • When friendships become one sided, it is time to move on.
  • With five starters out of the lineup, Scheifele, Trouba, Lowry, Enstrom, Kulakov…the Jets depth is really being tested.  A lot of players are struggling to put the puck in the net…85, 81, 52, 9, 18…and I’d suggest that if it wasn’t for Patrik Laine and Conner Hellybucyk, we would be fighting to hold on for a playoff spot.
  • Heard by the pool in Puerto Vallarta:  a “gentleman” from Boston: “Trump is the best thing to happen to our country; the niggers are the reason for all the problems in our country and Trump will put them back in their place.”


  • Truly was amazing the other day when I wrote a blog on how much it will take to sign Patrik Laine to a long term contract…There were over 570 reads of that blog…an all time high for one day.  It is both exciting and motivating to know that so many people around the world are reading my writing…at one point I checked and the blog had been read 19 times in Finland.  Just amazing.
  • Off to watch Big Ben’s playoff game this afternoon; lets see you skating out there Big guy!!
  • Missing all my Mexican friends.
  • Great runs this week…after running the beaches every day  for two weeks…in heavy sand…my legs feel so much stronger.
  • It’s great talking with people who “get it”
  • If you don’t like what I write…that is cool, you’re entitled to your opinion…and…for the record…so am I.
  • One day you will understand Laine and Ben…you two are the only reason I still live in Winnipeg…not even the Jets could keep me here.  Being with both of you is indescribable…
  • A beautiful beach, bandana, music, sunshine and authentic friends…that’s all I need.  The smile in this pic…never happens here in Winnipeg…too may walls up. 


Bell Lets Talk Day…I share personal thoughts, feelings and experiences about the Depression I face on a daily basis; by Chuck Duboff

Please take a few minutes to click the link below and read about #Bell Lets Talk Day and my personal challenges with Depression.

via #BellLetsTalk…battling the stigma of Mental Health Illness…by Chuck Duboff

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DNR: do not resuscitate. A chilling moment listening to a doctor discuss this with…your mom. By Chuck Duboff

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do-not-resuscitate order, or DNR order, is a medical order written by a doctor. It instructs health care providers not to do cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) if a patient’s breathing stops or if the patient’s heart stops beating. A DNR order is created, or set up, before an emergency occurs.


It felt like a scene out of movie that I was watching.  A young doctor calmly discussing with an elderly patient about what should occur if the patient’s breathing should stop or if the  heart stops beating.

Yet, this was not a movie.  This was me, standing by my mother’s bedside, while a very calm young doctor explained to my mother what DNR meant.  Do not resuscitate.  I could see my mother’s face change, her colour go white as she was processing the ramifications of what this doctor had just explained.  I stood there silently, hundreds of memories flashing by, as my mother thought about her response.  I knew what she was going to say..that she didn’t want to be on any machines, that she just wanted to let go.  When she uttered the words that I had anticipated, I had a chill go through my body.  I’m standing there watching my 92 year old mother decide that it’s time to let go should anything go wrong.  The doctor asked me what I thought and all I could respond was “whatever mom wants is fine with me.”

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It was a long day sitting by my mom’s bedside, after hearing a discussion like that.  I knew mom was affected by it, so I tried to keep things light, showing her pictures of Laine and Ben.  We talked about the Jets a lot and pretty much talked about all the grandchildren and great grandchildren.  Mom’s blood pressure was high all day, as I’m sure the impact of the discussion with the doctor was on her mind.

Do not resuscitate…you stand beside your mother as she decides that it’s time to let go should anything go wrong.  It’s not a movie, it’s not a TV show…it’s real life.

These past few days my mind has replayed that scene hundreds of times.  It feels surreal, but in fact it is life at its most real.  Here’s hoping that our discussion was a moot point and that mom has many more years to go.


Grateful for our Canadian Health Care System…something we shouldn’t take for granted; by Chuck Duboff


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Canadians are raised in a country which bestows upon us a health care system which alleviates any financial pressures.  We come to expect that when we go to a doctor or hospital that there won’t be any requests for financial payment.  As Canadians, we take this system for granted, that our so called “free health care” will always be there for us.

Quite obviously, our health care isn’t free.  We pay for it in our taxes…and I for one am a person who has never complained about the taxes I pay.  Unlike our neighbours to the south, I would rather pay higher taxes and know that in the event that I get sick and need medical assistance, I won’t have to be worrying about payments.  Is our system perfect?  Of course not…yes, there are wait times…but, given the alternative, I feel we are very blessed with the system we have.

This past Thursday morning my mother was rushed to the hospital for what we learned later was a major angina attack.  Throughout the day I interacted with nurses aides, nurses, doctors, specialists, technologists…and every single professional was caring and supportive, concerned for my mother’s well being.  She received blood tests, cardio tests, consultations and a full lunch meal.  I joked with her that if we were in the States, the straw she was using for her water would have been itemized in the bill she would have received.  From blood pressure monitors to heart rate and oxygen intake to computers and syringes, there was never any worry about having to pay for any of it….and that is one pressure we didn’t have to deal with all day.



Is our Canadian Health Care System perfect?  Of course not, but I do know that I have never taken it for granted…and, I believe, all Canadians should be proud of what we do have.  Rather than complaining about the glitches in the system, perhaps we could work together to make it the envy of the whole world.

Oh yeah…after final discussions with two outstanding, caring doctors, I was able to take mom home, where she’s resting and grateful for all the help she received.



An annual visit to this wonderful story of Mick and his dog Buddy; by Mickey Steen.

Mick originally shared this story with us on December 3, 2014.  It’s a wonderful read during this holiday season.


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In early November I received an e-mail from Gord & Sandy, asking if I would consider looking after their black lab dog, Buddy, for 5 day’s from Nov. 19th . to the 24th.
Having had the pleasure of looking after Buddy for 10 days this past April, it took me all of 10 seconds to say Yes! I arrived out at their place on Nov. 18th. to get all my instructions as to when to feed this gentle giant of a dog. Not too much had changed as he gets fed twice a day, dog food only no human food, morning & again around 6 P.M. at supper time which is Farmer’s way of saying it where as city folks refer to it as dinner time. And the other thing that was the same was that Buddy get’s cold water to drink, if it has been in his water bowl too long you have to add ice cubes to cool it down, no he’s not spoilt.
Now having written a short story on my experience with Buddy this past April I decided I would do the same and come out with a Fall/Winter Buddy report.
What I did not know was that Buddy learned about that previous story and the devil had hired himself an agent, whom I had to negotiate with to get this one on paper. I must say that she was a very attractive, young, blonde haired, Golden Retriever. So we made a deal I would come up with 2 bags of dog food and that the 1st. 12 words had to be done by Buddy, so here we go, they are as follows:

BARK, bark, bark bow wow bark bark bark bark bow wow bark. Translating from my dog language book it goes something like this.
Wow, I see my Mom & Dad must be going away, and they have brought back that same old guy who was here in the spring to look after me, Yahoo, TREATS!


In the spring we would start each day off by going for a walk, and so that is what we did again. We had a set direction and coarse that we used and I was wondering if Buddy would remember what that was as to morning go East and afternoon go West from their yard. So Thursday morning after breakfast I said we should go for our walk, out the door we go and Buddy starts heading out the lane and when he reached the road we use be darned if he didn’t head East, no coaxing or anything and then in the after noon same thing, we walked out to the road and he headed West, smart dog. I carried dog treats for Buddy and he also remembered from before they were in my right hand coat pocket. Going out he would stay fairly close and if I stopped and reached for my pocket there he was. Coming back to the farm yard was another story.
We walked a kilometre in each direction before making the turn for home and after some more sampling I would say,” well let’s go home Buddy “ and he was gone, way, way ahead of me, but each time I got to the turn off into their farm, he was standing there waiting on the old guy.
Evenings were spent down in the rec. room watching TV. and this is where Mr. Buddy would test my patience and see just how far he could go before I would snap.
He loves to get hold of something and then he wants you to get hold of it and he then shakes his head, he is one powerful dog and can move you around with ease if he wants. Now I mentioned “treats” well his favorite treat is roasted hickory almonds and I had remembered and brought some out with me. This is where you get to see Buddy smile, yes I said smile. He was allowed 6 each night and this usually turned out to be 8. But when you had them in your hand you tell Buddy to sit, and he would do this, then you ask him to smile, he would look at you and each side of the top of his muzzle would curl up & you could see his teeth. Once you saw that smile then he got an almond. Needless to say I got a lot of laughs out of watching that, a clever dog.


Buddy still sleeps upstairs on the landing where he has his bed under the coat rack and if he needed to go out and relieve himself, he would push open the gate and head on down to my bedroom and let me know either by whining or using the cold nose contact and you have no idea how cold that nose is until it touches your bare skin, whether it was 11:00 , 1:30 or even as early as 3 in the morning.
Believe it was Sunday that Buddy had been down at 1:30 & I got up, went upstairs opened the door and out he went. He barks or kind of yelps when he is ready to come back in and if you miss the 1st, call believe me it get’s louder. Then he was down again around 3:20 and I got up but when we got up to the door he simply went & laid down in his bed, nice doggy. So getting dressed in the morning I found out I was missing a sock, looked all around but it had vanished, thus I had to issue an APB in hopes someone would find it. After breakfast and Buddy & I got ready to go out for our morning walk, I questioned him but he just looked at me with those big brown eye’s and tail a wagging. Out the door we go, Buddy 1st. then me and low and behold lying out on the ground was my sock, he just kept on going, hey let’s get walking.
Monday evening the 2 of us were downstairs when Gord & Sandy arrived home, you should have seen the greeting performance Buddy put on, he was just so happy to see them. He is such a people person dog, he just loves being around people.
On leaving the farm on Tuesday morning we were all out by my car and Sandy told Buddy he better say good bye to Uncle Mick and he came over and he got another good rub down mind you I had spoke to Buddy Monday afternoon and said my “misty” good bye to him at that time. But we did say goodbye again, then he proceeded to to do a run through the front seat of my car as both doors were open and then I was on my way home.
Thanks Buddy, for a great 5 days, love yah! Keep Smiling

Since arriving back in Winnipeg, I just noticed that Buddy indeed did keep a part of the old guy out at the farm, either it’s on his bed or he digested it through his system.
My scarf is partly missing as I guess it had fallen onto Buddy’s bed area and he has chewed out a piece out near the one end. It looks funny and I did chuckle, but it will be a great reminder for me of Buddy for the rest of the winter.




In Her Own Words: Bonnie Sagriff shares the heartbreaking story of her still born son, Callum.

Chuck Duboff Bonnie is a former student of mine.  We have maintained a wonderful friendship and regularly share stories about our lives journeys.  Yesterday, Bonnie posted the following story on Facebook; as I read it, I was so over come by emotion.  I messaged Bonnie and asked if it would be alright if I posted this on today’s blog.  She was “honoured” to share Callum’s story with everyone.  I know that those who read this will send their love and prayers to Callum and Bonnie.


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This time 6 years ago, I took myself to the hospital as I was labouring and worried it was too early to have the baby and wanted to be checked out. I got to the hospital and laid on that triage bed for what seemed like an eternity. Nurses came in to get the heart beat with no luck. Only to try again and again and again. Laying on one side, drinking juice you name it. I was advised to call rich and in that moment I knew, yet didn’t want to accept it. As I lay on the hospital bed alone, cold and worried I waited for rich to get there with each agonizing minute ticking by, my heart rate and blood pressure increased. Every nurse and doctor stalling biding time till I had him by my side. I relive these moments every year. I remember vividly rich walking into the triage room with a sense of panic on his face. Scared for me, scared for us. Shortly after he got there the doctor came in with the ultrasound machine and it was confirmed. The words no expecting parents want to hear. ” I’m so sorry Bonnie but there is no heart beat, your baby has passed” this was supposed to be a day of celebration for my nieces first birthday and yet it was a day and will forever be a day of mourning for me. We were brought to a room where they put a picture of a white rose on the door to symbolize we were parents of a soon to be stillborn baby. Way in the back of the labor and deliver floor. I could hear all the screams of other labouring mothers and cries of babies fresh from their mothers wombs. Each scream and each cry was like a knife in my back, a slap in the face. I laboured quietly trying to hold off the inevitable. I thought if I could just keep the baby inside just a little longer I wouldn’t have to feel the pain of losing a child or have my child born today. I just couldn’t have that happen it needed to be another day not on my beautiful nieces birthday. I bared through each agonizing contraction until
It was time to have my sweet baby. “It’s time” was quietly and peacefully uttered. I screamed “NO” I didn’t want to do this I shouldn’t have to do this. With the love and support of our family Callum was born into the world where he would know no hate, only love. Placed on my chest over my breast where my heart beat could be heard across the room. I immediately fell in love with this beautiful baby boy. He was gone to be with the lord while I lay there taking in every single detail of his little tiny body. His hair so thick and dark a little button nose and 10 fingers and toes. He was perfect. TOO perfect! My son, my angel my everything taken too soon! I will always love and honour my sweet angel!

Tomorrow he would be 6 years old at 01:10. Love you my baby! To the moon and back!!


David Cassidy’s final words: “So much wasted time.” Sunday random thoughts…by Chuck Duboff



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Katie Cassidy shared her father David Cassidy’s last words on Twitter Friday afternoon:

“Words cant express the solace our family’s received from all the love & support during this trying time. My father’s last words were ‘So much wasted time’. This will be a daily reminder for me to share my gratitude with those I love as to never waste another minute….thank you,” Katie Cassidy tweeted.


  • So much fun watching Ben’s hockey game yesterday…9/10 year olds, playing really exciting hockey!!
  • Time magazine called and said I’d probably be the Man of the Year, but I had to decline since I’ll be busy shovelling snow and slicing potatoes.


  • Listening to Matthew talk about the trip he is planning for the holidays…makes me so daymn proud.
  • Jets are in for their toughest stretch of hockey…on and off of planes, changing time zones…there’s no way we can keep up the pace we’ve been playing…but, you know, the critics, the trolls will come out…we’ve banked a lot of points, relax everyone.
  • Laine and Ben are so blessed with parents like Carly and Chris who do so very much for them…what a beautiful family.
  • Not that I’m counting, but just 79 more sleeps till Puerto Vallarta.
  • “So much wasted time.”  David Cassidy.
  • Brian Pallister: The Grinch who stole Christmas.
  • The only thing that has surprised me about Herr Trump is that he has not been impeached yet; I truly believed he’d be out of office by now.  Everything else, I saw it all coming.
  • Sad when the Russian puppet criticizes a black athlete for taking a knee, but at the same time supports an Alabama politician running for Senate who raped a 14 year old girl.
  • Threatens his wife with a loaded gun, terrible father to his boys, stated that Hitler did some good things and that there are too many blacks in the United States.  So conflicted as to why we honour a man like this.
  • Hard to believe Patrik Laine is only 19 years old.
  • Interesting observation by both Geoff and myself…Laine skates like Frank Mahovolich  did…big heavy strides.
  • Watching the pain my mom is in while trying to walk…heartbreaking.
  • Do we “grandfather” actions which we did many years ago when societies standards were so different?
  • Malcom Young passing away really shook me…it’s easy to say 64 is young, but, in fact, the body and mind start to slow down, no matter what you do.  Rest in peace Malcom…your music brought so much fun!!


As I enter the top of the 8th, the reality of where I am in life is clear…by Chuck Duboff



“And I have no control over which yesterdays I keep and which ones get deleted.”
From the book: Still Alice

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Jethro Tull playing Minstrels in the Gallery, hot Green Tea, bottle of water and a beautiful leather recliner.

I am feeling very lucid and of clear mind today, as I sit down to write and share at a very deep level.

Malcom Young, founder and main song writer for AC/DC, passed away Saturday morning at 64 years of age; he had suffered from dementia for the past three years.  That’s right, 64 years old.  In just 41 days I will be turning 64 and will be reminded of the Beatles singing “When I’m 64”, and Malcom passing away.  I was in my early teens when the Beatles wrote an outlandish song about the notion of being 64 years old.  Malcom and the boys have rocked my world everyday when I workout and yet here they are passing on at an age which strikes home, which forces me to accept the reality of my stage in life.

It’s the top of the eighth inning Chuck.  Your contemporaries are passing away…these past few months have seen Tom Petty, Gord Downie and Greg Allman pass away.  Last year it was David Bowie, Glenn Fry, Prince, Leonard Cohen and so many more.  The reality which I face now is that I am old and that my time is short.

My kids, Carly and Matthew, are living a wonderful life, with Carly turning 40  in just a few weeks and Matt a healthy 38.  Laine and Ben are no longer little babies who need my attention…they are busy with hockey games and practices, soccer games and practices, friends and friends birthday parties.  This is all great and I wouldn’t wish it any other way…yet, it does mean, less time with all of them.

It’s been several years now since a very difficult ending to a painful, roller coaster relationship with Tannis.  Since then, I have had little to no interest in an ongoing relationship.  I am much more content being on my own, than trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.  Should someone special appear in my life, that would be wonderful and I will embrace it with gratitude, but for now, being single is much more peaceful.

I think of all the hours and the passion I put into promoting Human Rights; it inspired me and I believe I was able to pass that on to so many students whom I worked with.  Today…I don’t have the energy, the will, to be the spokesperson for Human Rights I once was…I use this blog as my way of promoting human rights and fighting racism.

I’ve been exercising six days a week since 1985, when I was coaching high school football.  To this day I still head down to the gym in my condo, six days a week.  I know it’s been good for me, but, the reality is that I don’t have the same drive that I used to have for my workout.  It is, quite simply, the aging process.  I used to be fired up to workout, yet today, that same testosterone is no longer there and it is beyond frustrating.

If you have been reading this far, then I ask that you prepare for some unsettling sharing.  I know my memory is really, really starting to go…at a scary pace.  I know that at this age there is little that can be done, other than trying to keep the brain as active as possible.  I try to write blogs as much as I can..some days when I am feeling quite lucid (like today) I am still proud of my writing, yet other days, my writing is that of a simpleton.  I used to win spelling competitions and rarely made any spelling mistakes…yet, even as I write this, I am constantly correcting my spelling.  It frustrates.

I have had season tickets to the Bombers, Jets and Goldeyes for as long as I can remember.  I have been fortunate to have been able to afford all of these tickets, very fortunate.  Bombers season tix go back to when I was in high school in the early ’70’s; the same goes for Jets tix starting in the early ’70’s when Hull signed at Portage and Main.  When the Goldeyes were reborn in 1994, it was every game for this guy.

This next part is hard to write, but it is the truth of where I am at in my life.  No longer do I have an insatiable desire to go to games.  I am just as content watching the Bombers on my 4k 65 inch big screen; rather than going to Goldeyes games, I am just as happy watching the Yankees on the MLB Network on my big screen.  As for the Jets, there is still some fire there, but not like it once was.  I am just as happy watching on the big screen with Denis Beyak…I can see myself cutting down to a much smaller amount of games that I attend.  (presently 32 per season).  It is the stage of life I am now in and the reality which I must accept.  I’ll hopefully be able to hold onto the memory of being a loud, wild fan for the Bombers, Goldeyes and Jets…sure had a great time…

I am so very tired of Twitter; I cannot stomach the rudeness, the trolls, the baiting.  I lived my life without Instagram and see little use in it other that bravado…Facebook seems to have some redeeming qualities…but…especially twitter…it is time to say bye, bye…

I am going back to the reading which I used to consume at a meteoric rate;  it is time to sit back and read Hemingway, Dickens, Hugo, Shakespeare, Ludlum and that literature which filled my soul.  I know I have to concentrate much more when I am reading than I used to…but before it is too late, I want to enjoy the beauty of the writing which the great authors gave us.

This is my reality.  I have passed through many stages and this is where I am, content with the simplicity of life.  Soon I will be heading back to Puerto Vallarta for a winter break…I used to be such a party animal when I was down in Cuba, Cancun, Playa del Carmen…one woman after another, partying till all hours of the night, yet, today, when I go down there for a few weeks, I am quite content lying on the beach, by the pool, listening to my music, running the beaches and enjoying the breath taking scenery.

There is a wonderful sense of clarity as I write this, almost a weight off my shoulders.  This reality has been knocking on my door for quite a while…the acceptance, a relief.

William Shakespeare wrote the following in his play: As You Like It; he quite succinctly describes the seven stages of life:

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.


I thank you for taking the team to read this: if you are family, if you are a friend, if you are a stranger…your words mean a lot…as I go through this next stage of life!!



Robin Williams…such a very wise man.  My reality…so very well described.


Thursday morning random thoughts…by Chuck Duboff

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Dylan stage

  • Thank you Mr. Dylan for a great show…best you’ve done in years!!  The songs and lyrics were clearly recognizable…and you got me with Highway 61, that was awesome!!
  • Did I happen to mention that my grandson Ben is an absolute baseball freak!!  He’s 8 years old and can tell you who every player is, what team he is on and the position he plays…sounds like his Zaida Chuck!!
  • Bombers’ QB Matt Nichols needs a bounce back game tonight…big time!!  I’m a fan of his, but were he to have a second bad game in a row, the doubt would start creeping in for all fans.
  • Speaking of creep…Donald Trump, you bloated megalomanic, you gonna throw Don Jr. under the bus to take the rap for you…or will it be Jared Kushner!!  God knows that if you throw “that Jew” Kushner under the bus, your KKK base will be thrilled!!
  • Last summer it was Tavern United and the Tragically HIp with Carly and Matt, while last night we hit Tavern first and then enjoyed Bob Dylan together…doesn’t get much better than enjoying one of your music icons with your two grown kids!!
    Pic with Car and Matt
  • I couldn’t be more thrilled than to have bought an Aaron Judge jersey…while wearing it, the little kid in me comes out, imagining myself slugging home runs for my New York Yankees.  Watching him break Joe DiMaggio’s rookie season HR record and then watching him with the HR Derby with Laine and Ben…priceless, just priceless.


  • Geoff and I had a nice long chat about the Jets the other day…and the fact that our window to win is quite small; we are going to have to be putting out big money to Trouba, Morrisey, Laine and Ehlers; fitting that all under the salary cap is going to be tough.  Chicago hasn’t won anything since signing Toews and Kane to long term deals.  Winning is paramount this season…and that’s why Chevy is referring to “winning now” in his interviews.  Both he and Maurice know, now is the time to win.
  • Brian Pallister…you heartless, lying human being.
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  • Goldeyes seem to be getting on a role…but Forney better track down some rookies…that bench is looking very thin right now.
  • Bomber game tonight, then family parties Friday and Saturday night…one busy summer!!
  • There are times when you just need to move on from certain friends…they had a time and place in your life, but no longer are they a positive.  You let go and move on.
  • Thanks Jono for the long talk and caring.
  • So very cool watching True North Square coming up in the heart of downtown…what an exciting change it will be when completed.
  • It’s sad when certain Americans move up to Canada and then try and impose their Donald Trump values upon us…you’re entitled to your opinion, but racist rhetoric belongs in your homeland with Herr Trump.
  • Thank you Carly and Matt…that was one great night together…love you both so very much and couldn’t be prouder of the adults you have grown into!!

On the pitcher’s mound…life flashes by; by Chuck Duboff

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The pitcher’s mound
My solitude.

I lay there,
Deep in thought
50 years have passed.

In wonderment,
I attempt to process
A life.

A toddler,
Forever afraid
Baseball my escape.

Teenage years,
Lost, finding self
Batting averages…nirvana.

Suddenly married,
Self loathing
Billy and George entertain.

Two wonderful kids,
Yet, my programming sabotages…
With only baseball to hold onto.

Alone yet again,
Adventure, recklessness, anger
Muted by the Core Four.

The pitcher’s mound,
Chuck, Matthew and Ben…
Slowly I find myself.

Ben pitches and I smile,
Matthew shoots pics and it feels good…
Baseball, my life

Ben pitching.



Saturday morning random thoughts…from elevators to Goldeyes training camp to Aaron Judge; by Chuck Duboff

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  • 12 Freakin days with no elevator service…seriously, 12 days!!  Well done Towers Realty, well done!!  8 flights of stairs, 2, 3, 4 times a day…for 12 freakin days!!
  • Forecast for this week looks awesome!!
  • One week from today the Winnipeg Goldeyes start training camp!!  Sweeet!!
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  • 12 Freakin days Towers Realty, 12 freakin days!!!
  • Today marks 100 days of the Trump Gong Show…if somebody had made this administration as a movie…nobody would have believed it!!  You’ve gotta watch this Simpsons preview for Sunday nights show!!
  • Aaron Judge of the New York Yankees is the real deal; when he crushes one, it is a reminder of the Mick himself; the kid is humble, talented and will be a fixture in right field for years to come!!
  • Not sure who will be playing SS this season for the Goldeyes…key position…or perhaps it’ll be Casio Grider or Wes Darvill
  • Left half my groceries in the car yesterday afternoon…all the perishables…thinking I’d have elevators to bring them up with today.   12 Freakin Days Towers Realty.
  • Feels great helping your kids out…indescribable…Love you Carly and Matt…so very much.
  • Workouts have been fantastic lately…have started a new circuit the last few weeks…treadmill, then elliptical, then bike, then rowing machine…followed with weights for about 20 minutes.
  • Chevy sits idly by and Carolina pulls off a trade getting Scott Darling from the Black Hawks…when will we ever see a bold move Chevy?
  • It’s so great having MLB TV…I think I’ve only missed two Yankees games this year…and when they have a day off or I’m just in the mood for a ballgame…I have 15 other ones to choose from…Technology today is amazing.
  • 12 Freakin Days!!!!  ….don’t tell me to chill…try hauling groceries…first a long walk from the car to the stairs…and then it’s up 8 flights of stairs with groceries.
  • I think Goldeyes mgr Rick Forney has put together a great starting pitching staff…will be interesting to see what our bullpen looks like.
  • Going to head down soon for another great workout…and with this great weather may head out for a nice, long hike this afternoon.
  • …and so they say…we only go through this journey called life one time…try new things…gets tedious and kinda boring…and you miss out on so much…love the look of this guy…and so, I’m going to try and get this look…see how it turns out..nothing to lose…what’s the worst that could happen…I look twenty years older…LOL
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It was one of those “moments”…filled with joy; playing catch with Ben…by Chuck Duboff


Playing catch with Ben.

One hour of playing catch with my grandson Ben.  He asked me questions about pitching and I explained to him: “extend your left leg, look at the glove you’re throwing to, slow your pitching motion down” and he soaked it all in.  With every pitch his accuracy got better and the pop in the glove was crisp and loud

It seemed like mere moments ago that Matthew and I were doing the same thing; playing catch, pitching, enjoying our team winning a championship.

It felt like five minutes ago that I was pitching on the “Giants” little league team; throwing a no hitter, playing short stop and my only ability as a hitter, being able to drop down a great bunt.

Not sure where all the time went, but I know I’m blessed to be able to go out and play catch with Ben…and him so deeply engrossed in learning the nuances of the game.  After about an hour of throwing, I said to him:  “You’d do this all night, wouldn’t you?”  His response was simple and to the point: “Yes”  He sure got the baseball gene from his dad Chris and from his Zaida Chuck…

I spoke earlier in the week about those “moments” in life that fill your heart with joy…that answer the question: “what’s it all about?”  Well, for one hour yesterday the answer was right in front of me…the sheer joy of playing catch with Ben, that’s what it’s all about!!


“I have to slow my pitching motion down like Aaron Sanchez does Zaida.”


Those moments…awareness prevails. By Chuck Duboff


© Chuck Duboff

Those Moments…Awareness Prevails

What does it all mean?
What’s the point?
When will we understand?

It’s in the moments
That fill your soul
With a joy

The warmth of a hug,
A genuine smile,
Kindness expressed,
Love shared.

It’s a child…
Holding you tight;
The grass…
A lush, brilliant green;
A song…
Perfect in every way.

There’s no book,
To explain those moments.

When your soul
Is overcome
With a happiness,
Real and profound…

That’s what it’s all about,
No grand announcement,
No cataclysmic event.

It’s being aware,
Genuinely alive…
To the here…
To the now…

That my friend
Is what it’s all about.