Game 22: Groundhog Day
A revelation dawned last night while dining with friends: I don't have to actually watch this Leafs team anymore to write about them.
What's that? They were shutout in Game 22? Okay, let me dig up my notes from Game 9, Game 10, Game 14 or Game 19.
They got a few chances but couldn't convert, right? They repeatedly fired the puck into the goalie's midsection? They gave up a power play goal? They didn't get any power play goals of their own? They missed a few empty nets?
They looked dejected after the first goal and then looked morose, overwhelmed, sad, hopeless, desperate, besieged, glum, resigned, momentarily engaged and then back to dejected?
Great. Done. Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo.
Something has to give here. Something has to change, assuming it isn't already too late.
Is there any precedent for a coup d'etat in the NHL? Maybe we should remove our jerseys, put on fatigues and storm the ACC tomorrow before sunrise: "That's it! Everybody up against the wall! We are taking control of this godforsaken organization!"
Anyway, now I'm off to buy name badges for our new support group. Where and when should we have our first meeting? All of a sudden, I'm free on Tuesday night.