Breakfast is resuscitated pizza from my Eat Like a Man cookbook!

Breakfast is resuscitated pizza from my Eat Like a Man cookbook!

The winner! Muskoka’s Mad Tom.

The winner! Muskoka’s Mad Tom.

The blind tasting begins, thanks to my lovely assistant.

The blind tasting begins, thanks to my lovely assistant.

Spicy-cedar-planked snapper, mango and strawberry salsa and grilled zucchini….

Spicy-cedar-planked snapper, mango and strawberry salsa and grilled zucchini….

Gettin’ my plank on!

Gettin’ my plank on!

Just cracked an @RedRacerBeer IPA. Damn fine IPA, damn fine. Wish I lived in Surrey!

Just cracked an @RedRacerBeer IPA. Damn fine IPA, damn fine. Wish I lived in Surrey!

Drinking my last Smashbomb Atomic IPA and grilling some fresh, local and vibrant pork loins!

Drinking my last Smashbomb Atomic IPA and grilling some fresh, local and vibrant pork loins!

Burp!

Burp!

Tonight: Ribs and corn….. Yeeeeee-haaaaaaa

Tonight: Ribs and corn….. Yeeeeee-haaaaaaa

Game on!

The missus is tending to the boy and I’m curled up in the basement with a fine IPA ready for game sevenanity. My prediction, 2-1 for the Nuckers.

Although I feel somewhat compelled to root against the Canadian team. I see the the excitement in Vancouver and the the passion in all those fans, it makes me flush with a sense of jealousy. I want that. I want to be at Yonge and Dundas Square watching the Toronto Maple Leafs play game seven of the Stanley Cup playoffs. I also want to go into outer space and I figure either scenario is just as likely at this point.

All right, after that anthem song by the fans in Rogers Centre, I’m in. Go Canucks!