Showing posts with label Paul Newman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Newman. Show all posts

Friday, October 17, 2008

Just a few things on a Friday...


First thing I want to share with you is this. No we are not moving again and this isn't our new house. I wish. I know one guy who will recognize this house. Hauser, of the Green Bay Hauser's, spent a few days at the end of this house's driveway this summer. This is Number 4's house in Green Bay. Apparently it is for sale. In the article the author calls this house "simple". Uh yeah. Simple. My ass.

This house is amazing. I would love to live in this house. The house we sold in Edmonton was simple, this one is not. 4890 square feet of simpleton in the greatest city in the USA, Green Bay Wisconsin. Oh and did I mention that it used to house the family of the greatest QB ever to play in the NFL? The house that we had in Edmonton was around 1200 square feet. It did not have a formal dining room, had a modest kitchen, three bedrooms, and only one bathroom. That is simple. The only thing that is simple, and I guess it is because of all the economic problems that W has caused over the last 4 years, is the price, $475,000.

Now some of you are now screaming at your screen "Are you out of your beer and bratwurst filled mind?" "Hey Chris, how the hell are you considering that 475 g's simple?" I know it sounds crazy, but let me finish my thought. AND do the math. How do I base this? Well the house we had in Edmonton which I have brought up here a couple of times we bought it in 2001 for what I thought was way too much. Still nowhere near 475.

Now fast forward to 2007 when we decide to move to Saskatchewan. We managed to sell the house at more than what we paid for it, which is good investing right? What we got I will not get into because I do not want to seem to be bragging here on TundraTalk (which I never do). I will say it was more than what Favre is asking for his house. I of course would like to say that it was my shrewd investing sense that led us to purchase that home and that I knew that I would make serious coin on it and that if you want my financial advice to just give me a call and I can help you out. Oh and soon you will see my infomercial on late night TV shilling a CD on how to become wealthy overnight. But the real truth is that I could not balance a check book if you asked me to and we almost felt embarassed asking the price that we did. The market for houses in the area dictated the price of our home and we got what we wanted.

What I wish would have happened is that Favre would have called me and we could have come to some sort of deal for his house shortly after we sold ours. That would have been awesome. Move back to the holy land AND live in Number 4's house. Now Donna of course told me that neither one of us would have work in Green Bay. Details, details. I told her we could give tours of the house and charge 20 bucks a pop. Who would't want a tour of the house that Brett Favre lived in for 6 months out of the year? That's right No One. They would be lined up around the block.

Here is how it would go..."Okay, please do not touch my bobble head collection or my game ball signed by Brett. Thank you. Over there you will see an area of the house where Brett used to watch TV. Here is where Brett ate his TV dinner. Oh and out there in the living room, is where Brett slept when he came home drunk out of his mind." The tour group goes..."Ohhhhhhhhh."

Yup, it could have been great. You know what. I am going to buy this house. Right after I make my millions and put my Entourage together. This will be the house we stay in on game weekends in Green Bay. How great would that be? "Hey Chris you going to the game this weekend?" "Yup, flying out this friday, staying in Brett's house." I can see it now. Just gotta get that screenplay done.

NEXT: I would be remiss to not mention the passing of a legend. A guy who was the subject of one of the first "Just a little love on a Friday" emails. Way back in the early 2000's. Reg Dunlop, or Paul Newman, of Slapshot. Slapshot is the greatest sports movie of all times and Reg Dunlop was huge in it. Paul died on September 26th of lung cancer. I can not tell you how many times I have seen this movie. I do know that every hockey team I have know has ALWAYS had a copy of this movie on their bus, plane, or computer. It is mandatory. In fact I think I am going to break that one out this weekend, just for Paul.

Now I never got to meet the man, but it was not for lack of trying. I did once participate in a scrum interview with him at the Grand Prix of Edmonton. He was an onwer of a team so he was there every year. Of course you know me, the autograph hound that I am, I spent many an hour just haning out with a photo waiting for him to come by areas that I knew he should be near. I was seconds away from it once. Cory Blashill, of the Edmonton Blashill's, came by the paddock once whilst I was waiting and told me he was right around the corner. Well, he never came around the corner and I waited forever and did not get the auto. Too bad. I would have been a centerpiece of my collection. I had the picture of him on the bench, the one up above.

So here's to you Reg. I am foiling up in your honor. The next time I step on the ice I will play old time hockey. Oh, and the next time I hear the national anthem I will yell at someone that I am trying to listen to the song. Reg, you will be missed.



NEXT:
I will leave you with this video of a fight at the Rider Stamp game last week in Calgary. Seems that someone has not learned that you do not mess with a cop, ever. Enjoy.

Now GET BACK TO WORK!!!!!!