7th season unlucky.
Don’t cry, sad little leaf. What doesn’t kill us…
I must say this is embarrassing.
February 4 – when I drew this – the Leafs were on a high and so was I. Reflecting on it today, after 4 straight losses, it is hard to be triumphant.
Still, a win over the Senators is pleasant, to say the least. A trouncing embarrassment-fest is even better.Print
A hockey game means a pile of things for me. Especially Saturday Night hockey. Family together in front of the television. Warm nights inside while it is winter outside. Beer. Good food (I never eat food I am not excited about when a game is on) like chili, rapini, pizza, old cheese with crackers and soup.
Toronto hockey means commitment to a team that has tried your patience for fucking years. Yet when it comes to hockey, it’s blue and white. It’s Lupul and Kessel and iron faced Wilson and a goalie like Gustavsson who is sometimes brilliant. Yeah, it used to mean Hal Gill, a guy named Sundin, Tucker, Roberts, Cujo, Salming, Inge (where are you?), Sittler….
And tonight they may just win.