Christie Pits

Yeah.

To anyone who knows Christie Pits, we are, like, very close to Christie Pits.

Yeah.

Facts.

Then you had a migrant rights demonstration on September 20th.

Just outside Christie Pits, they blocked the streets, they were fighting with drivers, significant police resources deployed.

Then on the 21st, there's a story that you reported on, the Yom Kippur service at the Meridian Center, and a handful of protesters who were accosting worshippers on their way in, some of the same people involved.

Then, you know, I skipped actually Grassy Narrows on September 23rd, you know, an annual demonstration, but the perimeter of that march was enforced by the same people.

Well, I'm glad you said the S word there, Sato, because we talked quite a bit about Iwami Sato, who I told you a hundred times.

I saw her play for the Toronto Maple Leafs baseball team at Christy Pitts in Toronto last summer.

So I got to meet her and got to see her in action.

And I knew, you know, she was the second overall pick.

My divorce and separation were going through with Kim.

We had sold our house, our beautiful house, Christie Pits.

I had to move into an apartment and rent for the first time in my life, in my career, in Toronto.

So I had moved out of that apartment, and I had got my own place, and...

It feels like I'm at a Toronto...

Maple Leafs game in Toronto at Christie pits, where you can just effectively walk in, bring your own booze.

And I think that could mess with the psyche of a professional athlete, not to make excuses, create excuses for the blue Jays, but it were, it really was an ugly performance looking at the chat.

Dan Furino writes in good evening.

Anyway, so they said no, and I go about my day.

Later on that day, I was in Christy Pitts Park goofing off with a friend, and I was down the hill of Christy Pitts Park, and up on the ridge, I see, oh my goodness, my old friend who I used to live beside, my old neighbor.

Haven't seen her in years.

She was walking by with her dog, and I yelled to her, oh my...