Posts Tagged Mark Harrison

Fun & Games

It’s hard to say you’re going to Halifax “on business” with a straight face.

Don’t get me wrong, Haligonians; I’m not saying that there isn’t serious business to be done in your beautiful harbour town. It’s just that it also happens to be one fun city. Of course, what would you expect when you combine six universities, the largest military base in Canada, and a downtown core highlighted by a collection of bars called “The Liquor Dome?” Read the rest of this entry »

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When Pride Still Mattered

Spotlights making his large shadow larger, “Lombardi” emerged from the darkness, slowly striding to centre stage.

My ticket told me that I was sitting in The Circle in the Square Theatre. The calendar told me it was December 29, 2010. My body told me I was 45 years old.

Lombardi on Broadway

Lombardi on Broadway

But as I saw the “Lombardi” character emerge onstage to open the play bearing his name, I was emotionally transported. Read the rest of this entry »

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Lucas’ Story

One of our colleagues needs your help.

Lucas Spata, just 35 years old, of the Vancouver Canucks marketing team is losing his three-year battle with micro cell cancer. He is presently in a hospice in Vancouver and soon he will leave behind a young widow and a three-year-old son. Read the rest of this entry »

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Mo’ Pitch!

I’m a stickler for typos, so it took me a few minutes to realize that when one of my MojanOne “Movember” teammates sent me the one sentence email, “How is it Moing?” that they weren’t being sloppy! Or MOppy! They were having mo’ fun!

Sensing there was some MOmentum building in our office for this MOvember thing, I wanted to check out how the rest of our team was doing.

Our Calgary team, who are sporting the IDA moniker for Integrated Duster Activations, struck a pose on Day One that has them off and facing to some big fundraising goals. One of our interns has already raised two hundred and ten MOllars! Meow! Read the rest of this entry »

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MojanOne Minute

I’m told I talk too much. Apparently my blogs are too long as well.

So for this week, I’ll make it quick.

My underdog football team got waxed in our semi-finals game. The maligned QB turned hero receiver was injured on the 3rd play of the game and never returned. Boo hoo.
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Friday Night Lights

How do you win a football game 1-0? Well, first you have to play it by Canadian rules.

Then you have to tackle a returner off a missed field goal, or following a punt, in their end zone.

How do you make the playoffs when you didn’t win a single regular season game? Well, first you have to be grateful that you play in a high school league where everybody makes the playoffs.
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PB&J

Little did I know when I was subsisting on peanut butter and jam during my university days, that I was helping create the profits to fund a sponsorship marketing phenomena.

Even when my budgets were tight, it’s always been Kraft Chunky for me. Sorry Squirrel. Dream on private label, its Chunky or bust. The ironic thing is that when I was kid they thought I had a peanut butter allergy. Is there such a thing? Well after twelve years of Cheez Whiz and Jam sandwiches… trust me I WAS CURED! Read the rest of this entry »

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TrojanOne Toronto Does Sports Day

September 15th wasn’t just another Friday at the TrojanOne Toronto office; it was Jersey Day in Canada! TrojanOne employees suited-up in their favourite team colours, which to an outside viewer, would have looked like a sea of Toronto Maple Leafs fans. However, a few employees stood out from the crowd, donning jerseys like the Montreal Expos and Ottawa Senators and heating up the competitive energy for the afternoon events. Read the rest of this entry »

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Squashed

The one benefit of having my mediocre sports career rudely halted in my freshman year at the University of Guelph? It’s been a long time since I’ve been injured.

Oh, there was a disastrous tumble down Blackcomb Mountain in 1989, when my best friend Rosie tricked me into doing a double black diamond. “Just tuck,” he said, “you’ll be fine.” One death cookie later and I’ve been dealing with neck issues everyday for the past twenty-one years.

Then there was the time my wife tried to kill me in Peru. Read the rest of this entry »

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Stairway to Heaven

It was February. 1997.

There was no way I belonged where I was. Toes on the baseline. Butt on a first row floor seat. Right next to the visitor’s basket. Eyes on the palace known as Pauley Pavilion. Read the rest of this entry »

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