The Dapper Don?
I was off yesterday, celebrating Canuckistani Thanksgiving (we had it first! we had it first!) and it struck me that one of the things I’m most grateful for is that I have never dated any men who dress like famed sports announcer and fashion plate Don Cherry.
Although for Rick Mercer I’d make an exception. If ONLY he’d make an exception for me!

Don is a law unto himself, though he often leads me to cry “Who shot the couch?!”
Also, that video made me laugh until I cried. God, I love this country.
Rick Mercer (my Imaginary Boyfriend #3, right behind Tony Blair and Steve Jobs) can usually hold a pokerface, but who COULD, in the face of that zebra suit?
My questions are finally answered! I had no idea where one could buy said jackets. Now I have been enlightened. Ohhhmmmmmm!!!
When you meet The Don on the road, kill him. And give the coat back to the horse he stole it from.
Funny story about the top photo – back during the 2007 play-offs, when the Senators were doing really well, my friends and I were watching a game. Don Cherry came on after the first period in that very suit, and I turned to my boyfriend at the time and said, “Honey, it’s the bedsheets your mother gave you!”
Ahh, fond memories.
Was it a good omen? I’d quail at Don Cherry in my boudior!