Every weekday’s end, we collect just about everything you ought to care about or ought not miss.
- There are plenty of interesting moments in Peter Kuitenbrouwer’s article about “Captain” John Letnik’s ongoing financial and legal troubles. Like, it turns out Letnik’s real name isn’t actually John, and apparently someone is making a documentary about him. Also, he’s thinking about representing himself in court.
- Canadian author Alice Munro won a Nobel prize yesterday. Fellow Canuck writer Margaret Atwood is thrilled.
- Los Angeles writer and total dickhead Bret Easton Ellis is less thrilled.
- Meanwhile, average Torontonians on the street are happy for Munro, but deeply ashamed of themselves.
- The Toronto Raptors mascot is out—probably for the season—with an Achilles tendon injury, but Grantland‘s ode to his greatness is like chicken soup for the dinosaur-suited soul. “He is easily one of my five favorite mascots in the league,” writes Zach Lowe, “and it’s not a stretch to say that over the last half-decade or so of lethargic Raptors basketball, the Raptor was the very best thing going on during game days at Air Canada Centre.”