It’s April! It’s sports!

I live in a competitive household.  Case in point, the recent CrossFit Open competition that my husband and I participated in.  I won.  Ahem.  Cough, cough.

The upcoming NHL playoffs bring out our competitive nature as well, especially since our loyalties lie on polar opposite ends of the fan spectrum.  I’m from Southern Alberta, and the Flames are my team, while he’s a true-blue Leaf fan, born and raised in the GTA, where Stanley Cup parades are planned every October.  Our children are not immune to this rivalry, and they’ve staunchly aligned themselves with their same-gendered parent, although my five-year-old daughter has been known to change her team weekly.  Her Uncle’s influence makes her a current Oiler fan.  I often joke about how my husband says the kids can “cheer for any team they like,” and then boos and moans if that team is any other than the blue and white.

But the reality is, April is the best sports month of the year.  The Flames have clinched, and we might have six Canadian teams lacing up in the playoffs.  Let’s not forget the Raptors, who’ve also guaranteed themselves a spot in the NBA post-season.  The BlueJays have just begun, it’s Master’s weekend ahead, the Boston Marathon runs on April 17th, and the NCAA basketball champion was crowned last night.  Whew!  ‘Tis a great time to be a sports fan.

And if you need another visual, take a look at our rainy driveway this morning: a Leaf flag on his car, a Flames flag on mine.  

“Being a sports fan is a complex matter, in part irrational but not unworthy; a relief from the seriousness of the real world, with its unending pressures and often grave obligations.” ~ Richard Gilman  

#goJaysgo #goFlamesgo 

Dear Toronto Maple Leafs

March 10th, 2015

Dear Toronto Maple Leafs,

This is not a letter from a fan.  In fact, if I’m being honest, I always cheer against the Leafs.  But the thing is, now I’m raising two little Leaf fans and I adore my Leaf-loving husband.  The Leafs have entered my life, and they’re here to stay, or so it seems.  And so I put pen to paper, or cursor to screen, and here we are.

I am a Canadian-girl and a hockey fan through and through.  I was raised inside cold rural Alberta arenas with french fries, penny candy, and hot chocolate in styrofoam cups.  I saw Gretzky and the 80’s Oilers when I was too young to know what that meant.  As a nine-year-old, I remember watching Fleury’s Stanley Cup winner in my cousin’s basement.  My family had season tickets for the Red Deer Rebels (yes, Phaneuf’s old stomping grounds) and we saw Hockey Night in Canada (or Hockey Night in Toronto?) every Saturday.  I still have Rubbermaid bins full of alphabetical hockey cards from my childhood.  Get it?  I love this stuff.  Okay, has my credibility been established?

So I’m writing to you as a hockey fan, as a mother of Leaf fans, as someone living in the middle of Leaf Nation.  Something needs to change.

The Buds have grown on me through my twelve years as an Ontario resident.  I even cheered from my couch and sported Leaf blue during their 2013 playoff run.  This is not something that most Western Canadians would admit to.  But it’s become increasingly obvious to me that the Toronto Maple Leafs will never be a winning team, and even as an ‘outsider,’ that gets frustrating.

So, here’s what you do:

  • You slash ticket prices.  I mean slash.  Forbes magazine lists the average price of a Toronto Maple Leaf ticket to be $446; far and away the highest in the NHL.  Yes, your bottom line will suffer, but you’re the richest franchise in the NHL, so you can afford a one-year experiment.  Stay with me.
  • You halt corporate sales.  Let’s fill up the ACC with people who’ve paid for their seats and show up for the start of the game.
  • You stop the media circus.  Need I say more?
  • You end up with a building of hockey fans who will cheer loudly and support their team from the stands instead of from their couches at home.  People who start the wave and bring homemade posters and spill popcorn when they jump up to cheer for a goal.  You bring passion.

And the players will play.  And the players will want to play for a franchise as steeped in tradition and as full of history as the anointed Maple Leafs.

Guess what I did when I first moved to Toronto, at 22 years old, all alone and not knowing anyone?  I took the subway down to Carleton and Church and walked beside the old Maple Leaf Gardens.  It gave me goosebumps.  I want my kids to have those goosebumps when they reminisce about their Canadian childhood hockey experience, rather than frustration over another missed playoff run or a team that didn’t try.

Let’s give it a year.  If it doesn’t work, you can always go back to ‘rebuilding.’


Ashley Worobec


My husband and kids supporting their team.


Writer’s Block

I’m having a rough time this week.  Usually, I can’t type fast enough to get my thoughts onto the screen, but this week I’ve been drawing a blank.  I’ve sat down to write this week’s post three times and come up with a whole lot of nothing.  So I’m simply going to write about what’s on my mind, and what’s been consuming my thoughts as of late.  Perhaps you’ll agree.

  • The World Junior Hockey Championships.


Did you see that game last night?  C’mon!  I will be suffering today through the stayed-up-too-late fog, but happily so.  I think World Junior hockey is the best hockey of the entire year and I’m a huge hockey fan.  I’ve been to three WJHCs (Red Deer 1995, Ottawa 2009, and Buffalo 2011) and here it was, practically in my backyard, and I didn’t get to a single game in-person.  But I cheered from my couch, with my kids, so I’ll take it.  Nostalgia and memory-making all rolled into one.

Torch Relay Celebration Community

If you’ve been following my posts, you will know that I’ve been selected as a finalist to run the Pan Am torch through Burlington this Summer.  My neighbour nominated me without my knowledge, and it has consumed my thoughts ever since.  What an incredible, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity it would be; it puts a smile on my face just to think of it.  Please take a moment to vote and help me win this chance: click HERE to get to the City of Burlington’s Pan Am website.  Voting is open until January 15th.  Thanks in advance.

  • My energetic patient, 3-year-old M, who’s had such incredible results from chiropractic care.


I blogged about him a couple of weeks ago, and his improvement continues to grow.  His mother has written such powerful words about the positive effect that treatment has had on him:

“So anyone that has children has talked about poop at some time or another? I just have to say how ecstatic I am about my child’s poop today! I know..tmi..but this is worth the read. I brought Mason to a chiropractor after so many failed attempts to get his constipation under control with diet and medication. Low and behold after my second visit to see Ashley Worobec we saw results, but nothing like we saw today after our fifth visit! I can truly attest that seeing a chiropractor has changed our lives. Do not just go to anyone, Ashley Worobec truly cares and has been fanstastic through this whole process. Even potty training is coming along. Here is to a great start to 2015. — feeling thankful.”

I feel very lucky to have the job that I do, and it’s times like these that make me even more grateful.

  •  New Year’s resolutions.

I think of the New Year as a fresh start, and fully support resolutions/goals/modifications for the year ahead. I will be doing another Whole Life Challenge (I did the first one in the Fall) and I invite you to join me. It’s 8-weeks of challenging many aspects of your life, including nutrition, exercise, and mental well-being. It begins on January 17th.

Also, I’m thinking of this graphic:


That’s it.  Those are the thoughts filling up my brain, taking up valuable blog space.  And also, this:


I often think of this.

Words to live by.