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8 - Orono Weekly Times, Wednesday, August 13,2003 Fellow rocker and Orono Times staff writer, Lorraine Manfredo was one of nearly half a million people at the Toronto Rocks Stones' Concert at Downsview July 30th. (That's Stef in the Hendrix T-shirt). Basic Black by Arthur Black IT'S ONLY A GAME! When it comes to sports I am not particularly interested. Generally speaking, I look upon them as dangerous and tiring activities performed by people with whom I share nothing except the right to trial by jury. Fran Leibowitz At the risk of having some rabid reader track me down and bite my ear off, I'm going to go out on a limb and confess confess that I'm with Fran. I don't Rinske Easa, Sales Representative Sutton Group Dynamic 905-697-1700 Direct Line: 905-983-5100 E-mail: rinskeeasa@rogers.com Thinking of Selling or Buying Real Estate? "Call me today; I am only a block away. " care much about sports. Curling is a yawnfest, football football is confusing, basketball is a freak show, soccer is a snoozer and baseball is about as dynamic as a sermon from Preston Manning. Hockey? I haven't been excited about hockey since Bobby Baun scored a game winning goal on a broken leg-- and THAT happened when dinosaurs walked the earth. So I don't follow sports. The downside comes when some guy sidles up to me at a barbecue and mutters "Did you see that three pointer by Kaleem Kerjabberwong last night?"--I don't know if he's talking about golf, badminton or the All-Irish Invitational Hurling Playdowns. The upside of sportspho- bia? I don't have to dicker with unsavoury scalpers or sit glued to the boob tube for hours on Sunday--I save a NEWCASTLE FUNERAL HOME Family owned and operated by Carl Good, Funeral Director, and Joyce Kufta 386 Mill St. S., Newcastle 905-987-3964 www.ncwcastlcfuncralhomc.com "Coping for our Community" "She [Lorraine] forgot her hat and water bottle on the bus before we disembarked! " bundle of dough and tons of time. Plus, it's is good for my health. It means I will probably probably never suffer from ESAD. End of Season Affective Disorder, doncha know. A British psychologist claims increasing numbers of British soccer fans are coming down with it. "Football fans clearly hold a deep-rooted relationship with their team" says Doctor John Castelton. "The (end of the season) could cause an existential crisis. Fans will feel a void, or loss." Doctor Castelton has been instrumental in setting up a helpline in Britain which grieving footie fans can dial up to hear recorded football- game sounds such as goal celebrations. celebrations. Alternatively, I suppose, those fans could Get A Life. If the absence of sports is bad for your health, it's not surprising that the presence of it might be good. Back in 1998 when the French soccer team won the World Cup, 26 million French fans who were watching went nuts. But one Frenchman didn't join the delirious nation-wide celebrations. celebrations. Doctor Frederic Berthier of Nice was hunched over his computer, crunching medical data. He discovered that on the five days leading up to the final against Brazil, an average of 33 French males died each day of heart attacks. But on game day, only 23 men croaked coronarily - a decline of 30 percent. Same thing for French ARTHUR BLACK continu*! page 9 Toronto Rocks Part 1 of 2 By Rosey Bateman It was at the Times office after labeling the newspapers that Marg, Lorraine and I heard the radio announcement for Molson's Toronto Rocks Stones' Concert slated for Wed., July 30 at Downsview Park in Toronto. At first I wasn't too terribly excited about it. However, when AC/DC, Rush and The Guess Who were added to the bill, I could hardly contain myself! When tickets were made available at A&P stores, I purchased purchased four--two for my husband husband Bob and I and two for our son Luke and his _ friend, Jeff. Incidentally, in 1969, Bob (nicked-named Beeser) followed behind several car loads of Cobourg area youth on his '62 Thunderbolt 650 BSA to i-- Woodstock. Besides the --™ music, the sheer number of people people was what amazed him the most. Although the rain made things pretty miserable, he recalls now how incredible it was that eveiyone tried to help one another--instead of 4 people people to a tent there were 8 etc. Because of the media hype , about parking problems and miles of walking, I reluctantly decided not to go despite the overwhelming desire to personally personally witness and experience this incredible rock show and help tell the world that ======== our fair sister-- . the city of Toronto was indeed alive and well. With less than 6 days before the concert, we learned a tour bus was leaving from Cobourg at 8 a.m. with stops in Port Hope and Bow- manville. That changed every- thing. The concert was on again only it was Lorraine from the office who would accompany me to this Rockland Wonderland. I carried a backpack and small soft cooler including: sunscreen, sunscreen, a cushion, beach towel, disposable camera, hat, sunglasses, sunglasses, note pad and pen, rain poncho, inhaler, kleenex packet, small frozen hand towel, two pieces of meter-long batiked cotton fabric and head bands (not too retro 70's!), 2 bottles of water, fruit, and sandwiches. Lorraine wore running shoes and travelled light carrying a small pack containing sandles, beach towel, T.P., disposable camera, snacks, hat and water bottle. She forgot the hat and water bottle on the bus after using the facilities before disembarking! disembarking! The illustrious John Witheridge was our tour bus guide (no, he didn't go to the concert), but his two sons, Bobby and Devon who joined us in Bowmanville along with Lorraine and several others. We arrived in Toronto at 10 a.m.. The driver let us off a mere 15 minute walk from the park. By 11 a.m. we'd passed through the metal detectors and a mild search through bur packs--we were in and stopped ______ for a picture then . followed the. masses inside the park. There were people everywhere everywhere and it was still early. The Rolling Stones concession booth was 12-deep with all the way around so we - chose to go back later and purchase T-shirts. We never did. We passed by the 1/4 mile BBQ where great Alberta beef was being served up by western politician and dignitaries. It was already difficult walking walking through and around the reclining rockers of all ages. We had no idea in which direction to meander. So, I suggested we follow the fence which led us to our own prime little pieces of real estate approximately 130 yards from the left of the stage -- ' -- behind tower 101. We weren't seated more than 5 minutes when in front of Lorraine I recognized recognized Stef Sawicki, the zamboni guy at Cobourg Arena with his brother! On our left were several families (sisters - with their husbands husbands and teenaged kids (17 or so) from Stoney Creek and on our right was a mother and daughter from Orangeville. Dan Aykroyd introduced the Canadian Forces Skyhawk Parachute team who performed amazing stunts in the clear blue sky. It wasn't long before we donned our batiked head gear. Although the weather was perfect, perfect, it was hot. We were saved from frying by a gentle breeze blowing all day long. A breeze that carried the sweet pungent smell of marihuana coming from the Stoney Creek families TORONTO continued pege 9 "We weren't . seated more than 5 minutes when in front of us I recognised ^ • . * ». . Stef Saw icki, the zamboni guy from Cobourg! a