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I bought into the Bills in Toronto series when it was first announced, opting for the three-game ticket package. Aside from a close, competitive exhibition game against the Steelers in ’08, the Bills hardly delivered on my somewhat-considerable investment. This season, sensing that the Toronto natives were getting restless, the organization threw us a bone by bringing Peyton Manning and the Indianapolis Colts to town.
Unfortunately, it was another freakin’ exhibition game.

If you book it they will come, right?

Wrong. In the city of Toronto, home to hundreds–if not thousands–of bands and dozens of events every evening, putting on a gig is no guarantee of attracting any audience whatsoever.

Although it’s still over a month away, I’ve been counting the days till September 11th for a little while now. But I’m not some sick creep who gets off on seeing the Twin Towers fall, nor an American patriot who watches the all-day memorials playing ad nauseum on cable news networks.
Do I remember where I was when the planes hit? Yes. Do I care to remember it? No. But September 11 is about to become a much more memorable date for me moving forward…

After reading the review of their recent Toronto show (I was at High on Fire, BTW) and coming across their Against the Seasons album while digging through my CD collection for this all-CanCon thing I’m doing on Sunday afternoons, it occurred to me that I have no fucking clue what happened to the Woods of Ypres shirt I bought in 2005. I know I didn’t get rid of it, but somehow, the fucking thing seems to have disappeared…