Jamie Nye: Remembering our friend Woodsy

I’ve cried too many tears that Woodsy would be pissed at me.

So let me tell you about my friend, Warren Woods.

He was the Wisest of the Wise Guys on the Green Zone — if only because he was the oldest.

He had a contagious laugh that I want to hear over and over. We’d sit in the Green Zone Lounge, solve the world’s problems, the Riders’ problems and the Leafs’ problems. But more than anything, we’d laugh.

Woodsy had a story for EVERYTHING — that is, if he could make it through telling it without laughing.

The Ring Road train was his nemesis. He hated when I talked fantasy football and when it came to basketball … “Put five minutes on the clock and give them 100 points each.”

He hated the 18th hole at the Murray and the 17th at the Royal.

Give him wings, fries and a “nice frosty Boh” and he’d be happy.

And his cartoon impersonations were top notch!

But the thing I loved the most was the look he’d get when he talked about his kids and grandkids.

His friends are endless, as are the stories of Woodsy. And we’ll all miss his laugh.