In 1987 I got cheap Season Tickets to see the Winnipeg Blue Bombers play CFL football at the Winnipeg Stadium. This was the Stadium's chance to fill the North End with students and the like. The guys got royaly soused.
I sat with Terry G., my buddy from the 'Bach.
This happened right in front of us. One week a very muscular guy insisted his girlfriend walk in front of this drunk guy. Her only crime was wearing a pair of bright pink shorts (actually, the real crime was going out with this muscular joker). The drunk guy mumbled something about the shorts — and then it was on! The muscular guy wanted to start a fight but somebody held him back. The air was filled with catcalls, jeers and popcorn, and we were utterly showered with beer. The muscular guy was hauled away, and we got back to what remained of the football game.
At a game some weeks later the muscular guy showed up sans girlfriend. My friend moved down to chat with him. They talked a bit and Terry came back to report. Turns out this guy was also from the 'Bach, but I remembered a scrawny kid from Paraguay. These days he was an electrician with papers, and muscular.
I returned to the University of Winnipeg. "Could this be?" I asked my prof buddy, also a former resident of the 'Bach.
"Oh yes," said he. "The Paraguayan Mennonites left because they thought the Canadian government was meddling with their curriculum. When many of them returned to the 'Bach some years later they were met with general contempt."
"General contempt" — I'll say! In the '70s in that particular geography there was no greater curse then being called "Paraguayan." If one of them became a little scrappy — and very muscular — I could hardly blame him.
I sure disliked being covered with beer though.
Links: This is just one memory I have of my University of Winnipeg professor buddy. This is what I have to say about MSM coverage of my tribe, particularly the Paraguayan variety, and the province I was born in (the important thing is MSM always has somebody to kick around).
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