I don't have much to say. The Toronto Maple Leafs have officially been eliminated from playoff contention. I'm in mourning. Sure, they beat the Flyers, but really, who cares?
Forty Creek. On the rocks. To celebrate the Leafs' futility, that is the drink of choice. For a few days, at least. (Thanks, Michael Knight; 40, you have to have a glass of this with us.)
Like my man Brian Burke said, not making the playoffs, low expectations be damned, still feels like a kick to the groin.
How about some music, instead?
Jeru the Damaja's verse, the final one, might be my favourite of all-time. It's that good.
I have faith that Brian Burke will most certainly make sure that playing for the Maple Leafs is "survival of the fittest."
Here's to next year, and making the God damn playoffs.
Bring on them Blue Jays ...