That day is the end of registration for the job of Mayor of Hogtown, the entirely unflattering nickname that has stuck to this sprawling, metropolitan city. Actual Election Day is October 27th.
Incumbent Mayor, Rob Ford has, during his tenure, acquired a prodigious level of international media notoriety, solidifying his status as head hog. His campaign for re-election is fueled by an unlikely anti-hero aura, eclipsing any moral authority required by civic office, which threatens to undermine his opposition too.
Themes of understanding, rehabilitation and redemption are invoked by Ford Nation spin-doctors. Team Rob is at pains to point out that no individual is entirely infallible and a man's foibles are his own, providing they don't impede the execution of his duties.
To court support from those who agree, he's aligned his aspirations to an iconic constituent whose travails are comparable.
"Big" Ben Johnson surely knows this territory more than most.
September 24th 1988 is another one of those dates we easily recall. The day our hearts thumped at the sight of our likely lad humbling Carl Lewis, and an elite Olympic sprint field, before the world.
Shame, scandal and steroids summarily rescinded Ben's gold medal, and his world records, but couldn't disqualify his sport-celebrity, albeit tainted, due to the giddy high of his moment of glory.
Energy put into what has to be seen as cheating, realised his goal in Seoul, and what was done could not be comprehensively undone.
Indeed, just as our bellicose burgermeister seeks a second term at City Hall, so too was Ben afforded a second chance. His own personal ambitions and a public unwilling to let go of a heady thrill, continued to offer opportunity. It was during that time I fell into the vat of adrenaline, gamely running behind Ben in a field full of horses, when his comeback trail passed through an episode of Neon Rider.
Featuring a redemptive storyline, that show was titled "Phoenix." Come to think of it, that's a word the Mayor's camp could use, in acknowledgement of the damage Mr. Ford's behaviour has done to his career, and signal the intent to transcend it. Apparently though, their strategy is more-of-the-same, which could cost the election.
Still, with tabloid mentality in the mix, plebiscites can be unpredictable, so we watch as the thick-skinned Ford forges on. What is probable is that his celebrity will survive the outcome of the vote and revive at some point, in another form. Perhaps reality TV?
A spot on "The Biggest Loser" or "Hog Dynasty" anyone?
Ben Johnson meanwhile (nobody's fool if you take my word for it) maintains his profile and lines himself up for a prominent personal training challenge to add to his Maradona and Ghaddafi credits.