i like to believe i was born cursed – not only am i canadian, eh? but, i had the pleasure of being born just outside of one of the largest cities in canada. i am a torontonian, and as a torontonian i feel the added pressures of being a hockey fan. not just a hockey fan but a fan of the toronto maple leafs. i grew up watching hockey but not watching hockey. pizza, wings and nachos are some of my favourite foods so that’s why i participated in the tml festivities. forgive me but i could careless if we won or if we lost. now however, that i’m older and wiser i watch every game religiously. if i can’t physically watch it i’m checking my app every .2 seconds to get updates. but here’s the thing, i wish i could go back to the simpler times when all i cared about was the jalapeño’s on my nachos being put on the side. FOR YOU SEE, the toronto maple leafs have a bad track record of shitting the bed, to put it nicely. you have never felt disappointment until you’ve become a leafs fan. i would just like to acknowledge how low my expectations of the leafs are; i don’t expect them to win the cup, i don’t expect them to make it out of the first round of playoffs – just get there. and, if getting there is a task to hard to conquer just show up. this city has already faced its fair share of embarrassment thanks to our crack smoking mayor so don’t lose, 5-2 to the penguins or 4-1 to the red wings. or you know what, lose 5-2 or 4-1 just make it a challenge, good hockey to watch – see i told you, extremely low expectations.
with all of that being said, i still wear my kessel jersey every game night and pay 300 dollars for tickets. when will i learn.