I’ve been thinking about Canada a lot lately, mainly because of the truckers, and mainly because I’m preparing to review George Grant’s Lament for a Nation with my true blue Canuck friend Endeavour on Sunday’s Writers’ Bloc (10 PM CET, 4 PM EST, 1 PM PST). The review’s been a long time coming, predating the truckers. It even predates the current iteration of The Writers’ Bloc.
So here I am, reading a book about Canadian nationalism which laments the loss of the Canadian nation. Of course, I’m gonna listen to the best songs about the Great White North while reading. Unfortunately, I only know one: Warren Zevon’s “Hit Somebody (The Hockey Song)” featuring David Letterman (yes, really).

Released in 2002, it is an epic tragedy about the life career of Buddy, a hockey player from “Big Beaver by the borderline.” Wikipedia tells me that it’s an organized hamlet with a population of 15, the ever-proverbial small town. Buddy is passionate about hockey, dreaming he is Rocket Richard, but he’s not very good with the puck. But the Calgary Flames soon pick him up, because there’s always room on the team for a goon.
Now, first of all, I want to make it clear that I don’t understand hockey, nor do I intend to start understanding it at this late stage of my life. But apparently, a goon is a hockey player who is tasked with fighting the other team’s players and protecting his team’s star players from the opposing team’s goons. This sounds ghastly to me, exactly what a savage tribe of unreconstructed Northern barbarians would consider to be sport, but it is what it is. Ultimately, the sport itself does not matter, since we’re going to delve into something far more important than that.
When I say the song is an epic poem set to music, I am not kidding or exaggerating. It tells us the tale of an extraordinary man fighting through life, seeking an unattainable goal — literally, as Buddy the farm boy from Big Beaver has never scored a goal in his entire career. It gives us a glimpse into his yearning soul and is a beautiful aristeia for Buddy the Goon in both his bloody career as enforcer and on the final night of the final season, when he finally scores his long-coveted goal. It is an epic tragedy, as Buddy the King of the Goons (with a box for a throne) dies shortly after scoring the first and only goal of his well-fought life. All of the elements of Joseph Campbell’s hero with a thousand faces are present in this Canadian farm boy. He is a hero whom we live through.
What strikes me is that even in 2002, the mercenary nature of sports is commented on. As the refrain says,
There were Finns to the left of him, Russians to the right.
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight.
Brains over brawn, that might work for you
But what’s a Canadian farm boy to do? (Hit somebody!)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do? (Hit somebody!)
These ethnicities are all white (the alternate refrain mentions Swedes as well), but they’re all non-Canadian outsiders, and they’re pitted against the farm boy from Big Beaver. Even in the end, when Buddy puts the biscuit in the basket, the man who cold-cocks him on his follow-through and kills the big man is a Finn, a foreigner. This is a prominent part of the song, making a point of enumerating these various ethnic groups playing for Canadian hockey teams.

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One has to ask what motivation a hockey fan would have to root for all these foreigners wearing the home team’s colors? Why should a man from Calgary support the Flames if there are no Calgarians or even Canadians on the team? Furthermore, I find it baffling that people with no connection to cities where teams are based support these teams, as I often see with Eastern Europeans supporting Western European football or American NBA teams. I personally know two Real Madrid fanatics who’ll punch you in the face for intimating that Barcelona might have a better team. None of them have ever been to Madrid or Barcelona. Many people I know will support a team “because it’s good,” in some bizarre version of bandwagonism. The fact that the men actually running in those jerseys have nothing in common with them doesn’t bother them at all. As my favorite Jew Jerry Seinfeld put it, they root for the clothes.
I hadn’t gotten excited about sports in a long time, but on a spring day in 2019, I attended a rugby game between my local team and foreign guests. Rugby in Macedonia is completely amateur and virtually non-existent. By my reckoning, there are only two teams, and they both play poorly. I’m not a rugby expert, either, and while watching the game, I couldn’t comment on the plays, but I couldn’t help but notice that the players’ athleticism left much to be desired. But I found myself cheering my home town’s team nevertheless, for one simple reason: I went to high school with half the players, and I knew a few more from my social circle. These were my people. They were dragging their feet, they came unprepared, and they got their asses kicked, but I screamed my lungs out in support for them. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and the small crowd, consisting mostly of friends and family of the home team, got properly sloshed drinking beer in the bleachers.
I compare that to the absolute indifference I have for my home football team, which was bought by a Russian Jew oligarch who proceeded to pump seemingly infinite money into it, assembling a mercenary force of foreigners to play. Even the local basketball teams have begun importing low-rent negroes from America who can’t quite make it in the NBA. Why should I root for these people or fight the opposing team’s ultras for their honor?
Many Americans — and even more disturbingly, many Europeans — recently watched the Super Bowl. From what little I understand about it, it’s a spectacle where negroes collide into each other while whites throw an egg-shaped fetish above their heads. This is interspersed with clips of intense anti-white propaganda which the American regime outsources to private sector contractors. There’s also apparently a halftime show where once upon a time, some ageing hag’s tit was revealed for all the world to see. It may come as a shock, but I regret to inform you that if you’ve watched this ugly demonstration, you’re a spiritual degenerate and will not be allowed to live in the ethnostate. Indeed, in the future, known sportsball watchers will face a punishment of up to 20 lashes and forfeiture of all property. Vile spectacles of mercenary combat and anti-white propaganda are absolutely haram and enjoyment of them is irredeemable.
Regardless of all that, there will be sports in the ethnostate. Man is a creature who enjoys sport, both as a game simulating war and as a practical equivalent thereof, an outlet for his animalistic, violent passions, both as participant and spectator. It’s also an excuse to get out of the house, enjoy the Sun, and meet with people. But sports must be local.
Far from being an ugly spectacle of blacks chasing balls or slamming into each other, sports must once again be rowdy, yet noble contests between local worthies competing for the position of village hero, just like Buddy the Goon from Big Beaver, a giant of a man and salt of the earth Canadian farm boy, a veritable Hercules on ice.
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If you are in the market for some beautiful songs about Canada, check out Stan Rogers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5EusP_tEK8
Let’s not forget Stompin’ Tom Conners!
https://youtu.be/HtySGSuKZe8
I personally know two Real Madrid fanatics who’ll punch you in the face for intimating that Barcelona might have a better team. None of them have ever been to Madrid or Barcelona. Many people I know will support a team “because it’s good,” in some bizarre version of bandwagonism.
Indeed, it’s a very strange phenomenon.
There are numerous examples but I present just three here to illustrate the argument:
“India’s 1st official Manchester United Supporter’s Club”
https://twitter.com/ManUtdMumbai
Chelsea “supporters’ clubs”
https://www.chelseafc.com/en/supporters-clubs/info/list-of-clubs/asia
Manchester Utd “supporters’ clubs”
https://www.manutd.com/en/Fans/Supporters-Clubs/Rest-of-the-World
There is a comedy movie called “Goon” which is about small town Canada junior pro fighters. It’s not intellectually stimulating but it’s kind of funny
I enjoy both Goon and it’s follow-up film – Goon: The Last of The Enforcers – are both way better films than have been made in a long while. And except for the fact that the main character (as well as deviant buddy) is Jewish, they’re both priceless little cult gems about different kinds of Whiteness, being working class and dealing with Jewish class snobbery. But, then, I like sports films.
I have been inspired by this column to take out and dust off my ‘Give Blood, Play Hockey’ t-shirt.
The best hockey movie has to be Youngblood with Rob Lowe. Probably Keanu Reeves’ first role, too, even before River’s Edge.
The funniest hockey flick is surely Slapshot with Paul Newman.
Jared Taylor wrote a similar sportsball column where he says how he delights to drive around the empty streets on Super Bowl Sunday, not to mention shop in quasi-empty stores. He also says how his first disillusionment with pro sports was when he learned as a kid no New York Yankees were actually from the Big Apple.
Warren Zevon is also a Jew. Will those who quote 2 different Jews favorably in one article be allowed to live in the future ethnostate?
In the future, the official expression style in the ethnostate will be the Mel Brooks impression.
I didn’t hear a ‘harumph’ from that guy…
“Indeed, in the future, known sportsball watchers will face a punishment of up to 20 lashes and forfeiture of all property. Vile spectacles of mercenary combat and anti-white propaganda are absolutely haram and enjoyment of them is irredeemable”
Amen. I will be honest, sportsball is a conundrum for myself; it is neither something I can participate in, nor something I would do on the side as a hobby. At one point a year ago, I thought I could finally understand what the hullabaloo was all about . . . but, then my sanity reasserted itself and the moment passed with a dark shadow.
There are a great many benefits for boys/men to play sports. And while I’m not opposed to casually watching a game now and then in the company of friends, fandom is a poor waste of time and energy. It’s really sad when I see grown white men more emotionally invested in sports team (especially ones that are composed primarily of sub saharans) than the survival of their own race in the real world.
A film I recommend is Hoosiers, with Gene Hackman and Barbara Hershey about basketball in early 1950’s Indiana. Very well done and great period feel, as well as a story of teamwork versus community. Also has Dennis Hopper as a town drunk.
I especially remember the film because Jules Feiffer reviewed it for NPR, claiming it was racist because it showed an all- white community, and when the team went to the state championships, they beat a team of blacks, and THAT was very racist. He also made it clear he didn’t like small town whites.
It was my first open example of becoming Jew aware.
I second this recommendation for those who haven’t seen it. This is one of the few sports films I genuinely liked.
Worth quoting Wikipedia before the Big Change (no such votes would happen today!):
“It was named best sports film of all time by USA Today in 2015 and by ESPN’s expert panel and website users in 2005. Hoosiers also was named to the Library of Congress’ National Film Registry.”
Indeed:
“Hoosiers has been named by many publications as the best or one of the best sports movies ever made.[6][21][22][23][24][25][26][27][28]
“Hoosiers was ranked number 13 by the American Film Institute on its 100 Years… 100 Cheers list of most inspirational films.[29]”
Director David Anspaugh hails from a small Indiana town, Decatur, named after naval hero Stephen Decatur of Barbary pirates fame, and the movie was shot in the hamlet of New Richmond in the same state:
“[Indiana-born screenwriter Angelo] Pizzo and Anspaugh shopped the script for two years before they finally found investment for the project. Despite this seeming approval, the financiers approved a production budget of only $6 million, forcing the crew to hire most of the cast playing the Hickory [fictional town in the movie] basketball team and many of the extras from the local community around New Richmond. Despite the small budget, dire predictions, and little help from distributor Orion Pictures, Hoosiers grossed over $28 million and received two Oscar nominations (Dennis Hopper for Best Supporting Actor and Jerry Goldsmith for Best Original Score).”
Actress Barbara Hershey, who plays the love interest, is Jewish in real life.
Interesting to learn about Jules Feiffer’s instinctive racist reaction to the film. I’d never heard that. It makes sense, though.
Nick, you would appreciate Calcio Storico Fiorentino. It’s a 500 year old sport steeped in cultural and religious significance. It’s played once a year in Florence, Italy. Only men born within the city limits qualify as competitors.
https://roughdiplomacy.com/the-calcio-storico-the-most-brutal-sport-on-earth/
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