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And then... then it will be too late.”

And I stood up and clapped.

Because, here’s the thing…Sam can be with Steph, he can be with Cait, he can be with one of the bendy blondes he follows on social media…and I literally do not give a shit anymore. He is a grown man playing games and acting more immature than my teenagers. Add to that the fact that the woman he is playing said games with has shown herself to be dishonest and opportunistic, and he has really turned me off.

At this point, I am just disgusted, and I do not think I’m alone. Can he come back from this? Who knows, but if he stays on the current trajectory, I think things will only get worse. Fan disengagement js one of the worst things that can happen to someone in his position and, as you correctly point out, it is already happening.

Dear DGAF Anon,

He is literally doing nothing else than he already did, during the Flukenzie Floozy Era: tons and tons of innuendo, trips and shows and 'candid sightings' (my left foot) and probably meeting the family, or insinuating he did. While the House Pet Troll is gushing so hard, she sounds like a spiraling mental ward patient.

There is nothing new under this bored, dull sun. And to be honest, this is quite depressing.

The problem is that you cannot play the same farce twice to the same people and expect them to buy it, no questions asked. And the second, more important and underlying problem is, I believe, his complete inability to negotiate a critical life waypoint with a clear, responsible and mature mindset. This is not what people like/want/are interested to follow and engage with. People liked him because he was a breath of fresh air, not a stale peddler of sorts. People liked the energy, the magnetism and yes - can you blame them? - the (very real) Story. People like the excitement of new beginnings, the feeling they support the Next Big Name on that poster or cinema marquee - and yes, people like success, which is to say, potential finding its way home.

Tell me, Anon: what is there to like, here, anymore?

As for the last episode of Where is Waldo, may I point out a couple of interesting inconsistencies, just because I am bored and could probably make a better use of my time, but somehow don't.

This is the IG post that started it all:

As you can see, it was posted on IG two days ago, on August 11. But - as the BONUS part suggests, it was edited 15 hours ago, to include a tag that is now showing on S's account under the corresponding tab.

The lady who posted it is into hockey. So what, you might ask, because many Canadians are, right?

But not that many Canadians are probably closely related (aunt? mom?) to a young hockey player. A player heavily featured on her sparse social media account:

This goalkeeper:

Here is what I think happened, Anon. I think the poster initially recognized the Widow, who used to be all over the place during her stint - if I may say so- as a hockey WAG. Then she was told who he was and for some reason decided (or was asked to, we will never know and can only speculate) to edit her post almost two days later.

What are the odds of a single candid sighting, by someone who is not an OL fan, in a compact gathering of about 25K people?

Oh, and before *urv squees too hard: Madam Mao's parents do not live in Halifax. And there is a fair distance to their home. But hey, Margot was always sloppy when it came to geography.

To round it up, I think there are reasons for this circus to happen. I am planning to slowly, patiently offer my own POV. However, I think this goes a bit far, with disenchantment risks outweighing the questionable amusement.

The saddest part? She doesn't even have to be in the picture, the effect is exactly the same. And that is a double-edged sword.

PS: with many, many thanks to my generous friend who shared many of her thoughts with me and allowed me to add my own 50 cents to this post. Credits are hers and hers alone.

Dear McGill Ltd. Anon,

Voy a traducir y responder a tu pregunta en inglés. Es lo más sensato. Gracias de antemano.

'In your opinion, C is working so hard because all of T's business projects are floundering?'

Excuse my direct tone, but: are you new?

McGill has a string of failed - or mediocre, at best - business projects on his own account, that happened before he even met, greeted and became C's Dutiful Prop.

In this blog's archives, you will find a fair view of McGill's Adventures in Businessland. Complete with his real status in C's businesses. So no, to answer your question, I do not think she works hard at all, she simply works coherently and constantly. By her own choice and good for her.

Dear Sinking Anon,

You seem to have made the rounds with your ask, to which I am deliberately answering a bit later than usual.

S is 46. At this age, whatever he does or whatever happens to him must neither be excused - like his Mommies' Brigade always does, no matter what -, nor torn to shreds. I am just taking stock of whatever the dish of the day is, while being fully aware that focusing solely on his - and his collaterals' - social media is a ridiculous mistake.

At this point in time, I simply hope he will finally be able to put a couple of important things into perspective, take his responsibilities - personal and business-wise - and cut short this stupid PR circus and the profiteer clique he somehow managed to collect en route.

While he looks increasingly scattered and clueless, C is consistent. He might be the more gifted actor - I will die on that hill -, but she is the more articulated and perseverant one. And that makes all the difference.

Other than that, I wish both of them well. I really do. But I am afraid that, at least as far as S is concerned, things are going to be increasingly complicated, at least on the short term.

As far as S's acting projects go, I think speculation is useless. It's either too early, or too late. Only time will tell - but how many of you would still even care, by next year?

Dear UPPERCASE LETTERS Anon,

Keep this vulgarity and shouting for your own blog, Margot. I hope you realize this ask makes you look even more unhinged than you probably are, which is considerable.

The guy's name is Tony, not Toby. This tiny acte manqué a dead giveaway, woman.

You seem to grow desperate since Data Lounge closed, earlier this month, which compromised one of your favorite, inane playgrounds. If you expect me to commiserate, you are dead wrong.

Trouble in Paradise, troll? Well, then: I suggest submitting your Anons after self-medicating. It helps a lot.

Circling back to this very recent post about Mr. Bodnarchuk's Substack account, where I wrote :

[Source: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/824388464880517120/httpsdeathofahockeyplayersubstackcom-uma?source=share - posted August 8, 2026]

I had no idea I subscribed to that Substack - a platform I am not familiar with. However, I am glad I did, because the most recent entry, that just hit my screen, is intriguing enough.

In a rather long and very personal post, he recounts his own health problems and the path he chose to mend them. In this context, the following immediately jumped off the page:

[Source: https://deathofahockeyplayer.substack.com/p/dont-look-at-me - posted August 9, 2026]

And here is something else I found interesting. Make of it whatever you want, reader: