It's Saturday, and other than a natural interest in how Jamario Moon will do in the slam dunk competition, I'll be watching the Leafs and Bruins tonight. Although I've flirted with the idea these past few weeks, I've yet to actually root for a Leafs loss. Like an innate reflex action I cannot control, I've been watching and cheering for Maple Leaf victories.
Tonight, for the first time in my 33 years of life, I'm going to cheer against my beloved hockey team. I really want a top three pick in the entry draft this year and that will require finishing as close to last as possible. Although I won't let myself get my hopes up, there's always a chance we could draft a stud like Steve Stamkos, and my sights are firmly set on the future for this team.
I'm George Milton and the Maple Leafs are Lennie Small. I'm doing this for them, even though I'm going to grossly dislike the act itself. It's for the greater good.
Never you mind. A guy got to sometimes.
