Matt Cauz is the hardest working guy in the biz. Well, the hardest working guy I’ve seen anyways. Despite his contributions to the sports “department” here at Sun TV, there exist odd moments when I simply want to lay a Glaswegian Kiss on ‘em. That’s a head-butt.

It’s not because he has more money then me. That’s fine. He owns a car – a nice red one. Cool. He lives in the Distillery District. I love it there, I can deal with that. But here’s what I can’t deal with: Mocking me and my mates tendency to “mute n’ tunes”.

Before I tell you what “mute n’ tunes” means, let me set the scene:

I often watch sports with a bunch of hippies. Okay, they’re not exactly hippies but let me tell ya – they aren’t your typical run-of-the-mill sports fans. We dig the Brian Jonestown Massacre as much as we dig watching televised sports. And that is an intense hole, ‘cause we dig both – big time. When we get together we ALWAYS start the telecast (in this case, some rubbish Leafs game) with the audio up. That’s a certainty – we’re there, we’ve come together in the name of sports (and imported beer).

However, sometimes (and OFTEN this season re: the Leafs) half way through the game and a couple (or 5) beers in, it’s like “let’s listen to some tunes!” Hell yea! Let’s MUTE N’ TUNES. By now I’m sure you get it; keep the game on – we can see it - and click mute.

After describing this to Matt – he reacted with something like this:

“I find that unusual, peculiar. To sit around with a bunch of dudes and make the conscious decision to turn the TV off and the tunes up”

WHAT! It’s “peculiar” to listen to music with your friends??! Do you know how much more tolerable the Leafs are to watch if you’re distracted by the musical bliss of J. Spaceman or Robert Pollard?! Shoot, even the Acid House Kings make watching the Leafs more fun.

As I left the room before I had a chance to let my forehead make contact with Matt’s beak, I can only assume that his idea of a “good time” is to get him and his buddies together and watch the game with severe intensity and institute the “no talking until the commercial” rule.

Dear readers and Grill Room watchers (oh god, we love you) I’ll leave it up to you to decide which scenario you’d rather find yourself in on a Saturday night. If you agree with Matt, I can accept that. But I think your dry cleaning bill may be a bit too high.