It's only a game.
This has become my mantra since 3:00 this afternoon. It's only a game, it's only a game, it's only a team in TOTAL DISARRAY...deep breath, only a game, only a game, John Ferguson Jr. is an idiot but it's only a game...
Not working.
Yes, once again I'm lapsing into Leaftalk, so non-hockey fans can move on if they wish, while fans of other teams are more than welcome to stick around and gloat. God knows you have reason to.
I will admit to a certain breed of cautious optimism last night, when I heard they had moved Ken Klee to New Jersey for Alexsander Garglefast. I could even rationalize the draft pick we traded to get Luke Richardson back in the blue and white. "Okay", I thought, "we've got a slightly harder-hitting version of Ken Klee here. He'll serve as a mentor to the young D. I would have loved him ten years ago--we never should have traded him in the first place--but on a provisional basis, okay, fine."
So I waited with bated breath for the other shoes to drop.
The shoes are still dangling, and above them, the lifeless body of the Toronto Maple Leafs.
WHAT THE HELL? The pessimist in me was expe0cting Ferguson to bring in some rickety rent-a-players in a desperate attempt to make the playoffs. The optimist was hoping for a wholesale makeover. And we basically exchanged one aging, slow defenceman for another, plus we netted the second coming of Sergei Berezin.
Thanks a pantload, JFJ. I'll be waiting for your public apology, followed by your head on a platter.
All the other teams around us either got better now or got better later. Barring a summer overhaul--which is unlikely since most of the players we should be interested in are already signed elsewhere--I see nothing good in the future of the Leafs, no vision, no plan, no commitment to the fans or the players. Hello 1980s. I'd hoped never to see you again.
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