I like the taste of a cold can of Diet Coke. Really cold. Straight out of the fridge cold. Or out of a really good vending machine. I like soda crackers. I don't know what it is - they're such a simple little food. But I can eat the damn things a sleeve at a time and not even notice it. I'm pretty sure they're not supposed to be eaten that way. Maybe they should start marketing them as a snack food?
I like the cold and snow, because it means people don't mill around in front of the restaurant behind my house. I can't believe I forgot this in my post on civility, but there's little I find more annoying than the people who plant themselves in large groups smack dab in the middle of the sidewalk. Amazingly, when it's cold out, they manage to find other places to wait for their tables, or to smoke. I like this.
I like when someone sings a piece at karaoke, and does a better job of it than the original artist. I'm sitting at karaoke as I write this, and this woman just rocked "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes. I'm not a Stripes fan at all, and don't particularly like the song, but it was fantastic - she had her own interpretation of it, with a bit of flair. It was a joy to listen to.
Conversely, I take a bit of perverse pleasure when someone gets up clearly thinking they're god's gift to music, and just shits the bed. But I'm just mean that way...
I like the taste of a Krispy Kreme donut, original glazed, fresh off the conveyor belt, while you're waiting in line to place your order. The donut itself is amazing enough, but the fact that they're giving it to you for free - well, it's like the bartender comping you the first shot of the night, or the drug dealer giving you the first hit to get you hooked.
I like Twitter. Yes, obvious to those who know me, but it's really true. First off, it forced me to imagine from the group up how I consume information. Second, the 140-character online world brought a wealth of interesting people into my 'real' world. Most importantly, though, is the range of amazing sports writing to which I've been exposed - some new, some who I'd only read infrequently in the past. Local writers like Bruce Arthur, who's turning out some of the most intelligent coverage of the Canadian sports scene I've seen in years. Ex-pats like Jonah Keri, who I used to read when he was at Baseball Prospectus, but who I'd drifted away from over the last couple of years. The incredible Joe Posnanski, who's unquestionably the best writer of this generation using sports as a lens. Seriously, while I love Joe the most when he's writing about baseball - or about life as informed by baseball - but I'd read 3000 words by him on bullfighting, or cricket, or tiddlywinks. Anything. Joe is the late-'50s Montreal Canadiens. He's Coltrane. He's Kristin Chenoweth in "Wicked". He's Elle Macpherson. He's "The Rabbit of Seville".
That same woman, by the way, just crushed some Sam Cooke. Versatile - that's solid.
I like Brian Burke. Look, it's easy, even fashionable, to crap on him for the free agent signings that didn't work out - Komisarek and Lebda foremost among them. Ripping the Kessel trade is low-hanging fruit, and equally lazy. But for the first time in I can't remember how long, I honestly believe that the Leafs' GM is doing everything within his abilities to improve the team. That every loss is a punch to the gut, just like for the team's most loyal fans. That other than his family, nothing is more important in his life than doing what's necessary to bring Toronto a Stanley Cup, and not just at the corner of Front & Yonge.
I like Alex Anthopoulos. Dude's a ninja. Sure, the Jose Bautista contract worries me, but it's not my money - actually, that's not true. With the amount Rogers gets from us for cable, internet, home phone, cell phones, Jays tickets - well, I figure I'm responsible for just a little less than 1/10th of one percent of his salary this year. But if this is a mistake, it's his first one as far as I'm concerned. Pretty good batting average.
I like Mini-Wheats. They're sweet. They're crunchy. They're really everything you could want from a breakfast cereal. Or an evening snack.
The point of all this? I often get accused of being too serious, of not having enough fun in life. I just wanted to take a bit of time and space to describe just a few of the things that bring happiness to my life. There are many more, which is another thing I like. What do you like?