Since its the Labour Day long weekend, I’m gonna take it easy along with the rest of my union brothers and sisters.  And since I’m essentially a lazy SOB, here is a list of things that I simply refuse to do.  Mostly for religious reasons.
     It doesn’t happen much anymore, but when it does, I refuse to do the wave at sporting events.  The wave is for brain dead fans who get their jollies by standing up and blocking my view.  The wave is dead.  Bunch of morons.
     When I’m playing tennis, and I hit a lousy shot and the ball goes over the fence, well, it’s history.  Bye now.  Nice knowin’ ya.  There’s nothing more aggravating than walking all the way around the perimeter of the tennis courts to retrieve a lousy ball.  I’ll buy another ball.  It’s gone.
     I refuse to call the Maple Leafs the buds.  Or the White Sox the chisox.  They’re not chummy with me.  I’m not chummy with them.
     I’ve never bought a program.  That old line, you can’t tell the players without a program is all washed up.  These days, you can tell the players without a program.  They’ve got their names on their backs.
     I refuse to do the bird dance at weddings.  I will never tell McConnell he's right.  And I don’t see the point in making one’s bed.  Ever.
     These are just a few of the things that I refuse to do.  Labour Day or not.