Monday, May 10, 2004
Whalers, Jets, and Nordiques
I have never liked the Maple Leafs. There may have been 21 teams in the NHL, but only two teams counted, the Maple Leafs and the Canadiens. In Nova Scotia in the early 80's you either liked one team or you liked the other. I read a ValueTales story early on about Maurice Richard and adopted him as my personal hero. I read 'The Hockey Sweater' by Roch Carrier shortly after and my mind was settled, I was a Canadiens fan.
I have never wavered in my love for the Canadiens and conversely have never wavered in my hatred for the Maple Leafs. That is until Wednesday night when I was watching what would turn out to be the Leafs last game of the 2003-2004 season with Gerry. When the Leafs lost the Eastern Conference Semi Final (remember when it would have been the Adams, Patrick, or Norris Division Final?), I found myself cursing and booing as loudly as I possibly could.
I guess that's friendship.
I have never liked the Maple Leafs. There may have been 21 teams in the NHL, but only two teams counted, the Maple Leafs and the Canadiens. In Nova Scotia in the early 80's you either liked one team or you liked the other. I read a ValueTales story early on about Maurice Richard and adopted him as my personal hero. I read 'The Hockey Sweater' by Roch Carrier shortly after and my mind was settled, I was a Canadiens fan.
I have never wavered in my love for the Canadiens and conversely have never wavered in my hatred for the Maple Leafs. That is until Wednesday night when I was watching what would turn out to be the Leafs last game of the 2003-2004 season with Gerry. When the Leafs lost the Eastern Conference Semi Final (remember when it would have been the Adams, Patrick, or Norris Division Final?), I found myself cursing and booing as loudly as I possibly could.
I guess that's friendship.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 7:47 PM 
