Pique'n Yer Interest

I clearly recall the first time I realized that, when it comes to sports, girls and boys aren't considered equals. My brother had just mentioned he wanted to play in the NHL someday.

If you believe even half of what faceless groups are posting on Facebook about ICBC these days, you might have the impression that our public insurer has failed—that it's corrupt, incompetent, and needs to be replaced yesterday with a for-profi

Whether it's readily apparent on the field of play or not, there are and always have been politics working in the sports world.

I just asked my Pique coworkers if I should write about my brand-new gratitude journal in this space this week. Their response was an enthusiastic and unanimous, "No." As in, "No.

In November, Mayor Jack Crompton called Whistler "middle-aged." Although the resort's top elected official was mostly referring to the need to update Whistler's aging infrastructure, I'm reluctant to agree with his assessment.

Earlier this month, Pique ran a letter from a frustrated "part-time" Whistler resident who had a negative experience in the Marketplace IGA parking lot.

"It'll be so easy to make friends—it's such a transient town; everyone's in the same boat." That's the phrase I kept hearing over and over when I decided to move to Whistler.

As I write this ahead of press time, the long-term forecast doesn't look great. That's not to say it won't change, but even if it does we're still well behind the curve for snowfall this season, for the second season in a row.

When it's come to cheering on the Winnipeg Blue Bombers, or the Blue and Gold as it were, there's been far more blue than gold for the past three decades.

I slept a solid nine hours last night. While, unlike many people, I'm a pretty decent sleeper on any given night, it was a different, deeper, more blissful sleep than usual.