Anyone is welcome to submit a Guest Blog Entry to torontomike.com. I received the following submission late last night.
Hello Mike,
As I send you this comment, I do so as an effort to express how upset I personally feel right now. At my age of 42 I suppose I should be thankful that as a small boy I remember 37 years and 2 days ago I did watch the sacred Toronto Maple Leafs win the cup. I'd be an out right liar if I was to suggest I can even dare to state I recall the game. No that's not possible. I do recall however, the cheers and screaming with joy that erupted in the area of Leaside. The address was 259 Airdrie Road. Avery nice area of Toronto to grow up in.
I can't help but wonder if our legends like Mogilny, Leetch, "The Eagle", Nieuwendyk and Francis will be around in the next year; if there is a next year. Owen Nolan; he deserved a better fate. I can't help but think of the sadness that has gripped Metro as of this point in time. We as a team can at least take comfort in knowing that our team doesn't have to return to that shit pit city of Philadelphia and have the indignity of those primates in the Wachovia Centre pelt garbage at our team players as they did in game five.
"Hockey Night in Canada" sure is weird out here in B.C. the game started for us at 4:00 P.M. PST. As I write out this passage I'm listening to Pat Quinn's comments on the game and I find his lucid, and calming thoughts soothing to my stomach turned nerves. I will however turn the Boob Tube off when Hitchcock waddles up to the mike; I'm not in the mood to listen to his condescending opinions right now, or ever for that fact.
In closing, my girl friend "Wendy" sent me some "consolation pizza" after the game crashed. I proceeded to consume three pieces to pizza that tasted like cardboard. Wendy is an excellent cook; I'm sure it's the shock I'm in right now. Respecting Toronto time (EST) I will lower my Leaf Flag off of my balcony at 9:00 P.M. PST. That will be 12:00 P.M. EST. Here ends my saddest Maple Leaf ritual. I wish I could go to sleep but it's only 8:00 P.M. It's going to be a long night.
Regards,
Drew C,
Delta B.C. Canada.
Well said Drew. Last night after Jeremy Roenick scored, I whipped off the television and ventured outside into the pouring rain. It was a very sad moment. I slowly walked to my car, opened the door, rolled down the rear passenger side window and removed my Maple Leaf flag. At this point, both the flag and I were drenched but I needed this closure. The flag needed to return to it's off-season home in my basement shrine.
As Taryn watched me return from the rain with the flag in my hand, I could see a tear forming in her left eye. When the flag was first hoisted back in early April, she wasn't a fan of it becoming a part of the family car. Then, as the days progressed, she began to like it. She liked seeing it blowing in the wind and greeting her at the car door each day. She was sad it had to come down and another season had ended in disappointment. The feeling was more than mutual.
