Some say, mathematically, the Leafs still have a chance. I’m not sure if they’re using some form of ‘new math’, but on my abacus, things just don’t add up.

Four games remain, but two of those are against teams that are fighting over 8th spot like fat kids over a cruller. My hat goes off to the Leafs (make that my Habs cap) for their valiant eleventh hour run. Although I’m a frequent rider on the “Leafs Suck” bus, I do get off on the occasional stop to admire the work of some of their stand out players.
I’ve always been a big fan of Captain Mats. He’s proven time and again that he’s nothing but a class act in an organization that could learn a thing or two about integrity. Lately, in his absence, another Matt has risen to the challenge and has the hockey world buzzing about Mats future successor. Stajan has surprised many critics with his actions of late, displaying a more confident and well-rounded style of play. 

Unfortunately he, Toskala and a few others do not a team make. Performances from Blake, Tucker and Kaberle have been below par for most of the season and McCabe is just living proof that even God has his off days.

As disappointed as Maurice and gang are, I feel badly for Leaf nation, the fans. I’m not trying to be cruel or sarcastic here, because as a Habs fan, I’ve experienced my share of dreadful seasons and missed playoffs. Win or lose, the players bounce back and can shrug it off. Maybe it’s the inflated salaries they take home to support their inflated egos.  There’s always some golf tournament they can attend, sign some autographs and pump a few hands. In the back of their minds, they know that fans have short-term memories and in no time, all is forgiven.

Maybe that’s the problem. We as hockey fans take the game way more seriously than the players. Dare I say we are too ‘passionate’ about our national sport?  The sad part is that in the weeks to come, after the dust settles and stinging pain goes away, the majority of Leaf fans will revert to the familiar, “Maybe next year”.