Wendel17
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This current team has no heart. I miss Gilmour, Clark, Thomas, Roberts, Mogilny and Sundin. Sigh...
This current team has no heart. I miss Gilmour, Clark, Thomas, Roberts, Mogilny and Sundin. Sigh...
My dad played for the Leafs, long before I was born.
Because I hate myself.
Not Canadian, have never lived in Canada. Grew up in Michigan in a house full of Red Wings fans. The Wings at the time were known as the Dead Wings. They had a youthful Steve Yzerman before he was converted to a trap zombie by Scotty Bowman. They didn't have much else though. I liked the Leafs coverage on HNIC much better than the Red Wings coverage. And the Leafs were crazy wide open. I remember Al Iafrate leading some rushes. Wendel Clark was young and kicking butt. I just liked the Leafs better, and the more I grew to love the Leafs, the more I hated the Red Wings. The 1993 win over the Wings in the first round was kind of my Stanley Cup. Too bad we never got the real thing. It's all Kerry Fraser's fault.
My great grandfather helped build Maple Leaf Gardens. He and my grandfather and father were all true blue fans. Tradition. Hopefully I will see them win a cup before I die.
This was great to read, thanks for sharing.I inherited the attachment to the Maple Leafs. My grandfather and father used to listen to Foster Hewitt broadcast from the gondola in Maple Leaf Gardens on the family farm in Depression struck Saskatchewan in the Dirty Thirties. "Hello Canada and hockey fans in the United States and Newfoundland!" That Saturday ritual was one of the few bright spots in those hard times.
Then my father was at the University of Toronto during the war years of the forties, when interuniversity sport was cancelled. There were many young men at short courses during that time, however, and there was a thriving intramural league. Dad was coached by Leaf Hall of Famer Red Horner.
Between listening to Foster Hewitt and hearing Red Horner's stories, Dad had a wealth of tales about Charlie Conacher, Joe Primeau, King Clancy and the other old time Leafs. Red Horner claimed that a huge portion of his then record penalty minute totals came from finishing fights started by King Clancy. So vivid were those stories that I was in my late teens before I finally realized that Dad had never sctually seen those old Leafs play.
By the fifties, I was on the scene and able to get involved in watching the Leafs on our first family TV, just about the time Punch Imlach was reviving the Leafs from what then seemed a long spell of mediocrity. Dad took me to the Gardens to watch the Rangers, led by the great Andy Bathgate, in about 1958. When he realized I couldn't make out the numbers on the players' uniforms, he also learned I needed glasses. Then I was around for the four Cups of the sixties. I can still close my eyes and see Bobby Baun score the overtime goal in the finals against Detroit... playing on a broken leg. And I can picture George Armstrong, who by that point could barely skate, lumbering down the wing to sink the empty net goal that sealed the 67 Cup. By then, not even the outrageous incompetence of the Ballard regime could drive me away. I was hooked.
My own family had come around by the time, I moved back to Toronto as a adult. We knew Dodo Imlach, Punch's lovely widow. One day she gave Punch's complementary tickets to my two sons. I took them to the Gardens and, from up close, they saw Doug Gilmour's 1000th point. They are now Leaf fans also
Am I disappointed by this season's collapse? You bet I am, but by now the attachment to the Leafs is thoroughly ingrained. I'll be cheering again next year, assuming I am on the right side of the sod.
Actually, I've reached the age where, statistically, it is unlikely that I will see the end of the careers of the more successful players from the drafts I now follow. So be it. I would very much like to live long enough, however, to see the Leafs win another Cup. That, I am starting to worry about! Still, if I am gone by that time, my sons will raise a glass in my memory. At least, I hope it's my sons and not a grandchild.
Grew up in the Gilmour/Clark era, had a good run with Sundin. Not going to jump off the wagon now.
Who is your dad, Borje Salming?
My dad played for the Leafs, long before I was born.
Pretty much had no choice.
At the age of 53, I've been a Leaf fan since I was a little girl. Growing up in the Yukon back when I was young, we had CBC for TV and that's pretty much it. So Saturday night it was hockey. Don't remember what influenced me to become a fan of this team. But as far back as I remember, I've been a fan.
I love the game of hockey and through all of the good times and all of the bad times in my life somewhere in the back ground this team has been a part of my life. When the team is in disarray like it is now, it really sucks. But when it's good, it's spectacular. Being a fan of this team is an incredible roller coaster ride. And I'm unapologetic about sticking with the team.
The Leafs are a part, and not a small part, of the fabric of my life or history or whatever you want to call it. And as has been mentioned before, when they are successful again, it will be epic. And I plan on soaking it all up. Cannot wait! Although, of course, it looks like I'll have to.....lol