But this year, with the Leafs on the brink, the white and blue pride wagon is running full tilt on blind faith in a team that just has no proof of existence. They're sitting 6 points back of a playoff spot, with the Habs in-between, with 1 game in hand on 8th and 13 games remaining. Sure its the Eastern Conference which, lets face it, is soft as butter on a barbecue, but the Leafs are out of this.
And still I am surrounded by the blind followers who either can't think for themselves (kinda like religious extremists), or people who get all militant when questioned on the matter (again, kinda like religious extremists). I honestly wouldn't be surprised to see a blue and white mysterious package on my doorstep tomorrow.
Now you'll all ask, well what about your Avs? But I am not sitting here foisting my false hope on all of you. Their two top scorers are injured and their 'blockbuster' trade deadline move was to trade the hottest goalie in the NHL since January 1 to bring in an injured goalie with a trainload of baggage in Jose Theodore. The Avs will make the playoffs, and might even pull off a win of the Northwest (which by the points total is the toughest division in hockey). But I know the limits, and unless Tanguay comes back from injury like Forsberg used to do, fresh and ready to light it up, there isn't much chance of making it past the 2nd or 3rd round. And lets face it, Alex Tanguay, while very skilled, and worthy of a spot on any Team Canada squad, is not Peter Forsberg. I know my teams' limits.
Most Leafs fans on the other hand, no such luck. The day after they start playin with their balls...that is the white dimpled kind....the white dimpled kind you hit with a club...after the last game of the regular season I'll be hearing about how next year is the year. Such is life as a realist in Leaf nation.
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