(note: I spent way too much time trying to think up a pun on “Pachelbel’s Canon” for the title of this post. I apologize in advance.) So anyway, last weekend, the Toronto Argonauts invited me to light the cannon that’s fired at the start of every game (and after every touchdown.) Of course I accepted! How could you not? Did I care that I had to cancel a train ticket and book a replacement flight to Halifax because we already had a complicated weekend! No, of course not. Look, I’ll never get to light the Olympic Torch. But this is...