Every April I have a slip up, I wonder why the hell do I cheer for a team that regularly misses the playoffs, sets high expectations in the summer/fall only to fall short, every. single. time... I remember the breaking of my heart, the shattering of my dreams and hopes COUNTLESS times... The circus of media, the stubborn old boys club up top.. Why should I waste 3 hours almost every other night to watch and witness such a incompetent club...?
But then I remember snuggling up with my dad, watching the exciting blue and white in the post season, the Roberts, Domi, Gilmours... and playing road hockey with my leafs jersey pretending to dish passes like Sundin.. The gums I've took from toilet fans and sens fans, and simply the priceless history this team has, and the past greats to bear the blue and white colors, and I remember why it's worth it, I remember why I put up with the suffering... and why I love this team so much.....
Think about the ****ing party once the leafs win the cup.