The squared circle of dreams

There was a time when wrestling ruled the world, that time may never come again but that hasn’t stopped the stories of the sport from being told and born. Wrestling is a theatre of madness, a baptism by fire that burned ferociously for decades, the intensity of its flames has cooled in popular culture over the last few years but Canadian indies haven’t stopped saying … Continue reading The squared circle of dreams

Journalism and a momentary rant with no purpose from a disciple

A moment of magic. That’s what I thought I’d experience. I remember, I, a child chasing the seductive ball around the endless green pitch, my first love was football, the charming European cousin to the American brute.  And much like a bitter ending to a French new wave film we parted ways, she was far too good for me, I was not up to the … Continue reading Journalism and a momentary rant with no purpose from a disciple