It was last week, when I sat glued to the TV screen.
Toronto Maple Leafs playing for the cup! ( with Boston!)
Even though Boston won, the Leafs played good and hard. It was a blast to see them move into a semi-round. (when was the last time?)
While I was watching, the old feelings came back. The feelings of being proud of the team and the excitement of the speed and the skates. I was transformed back into a teenager again, shouting in my living room at a team that was playing thousands of miles away!
And yes, I ran into my bedroom and I jumped into my team’s jersey and I wore the shirt with pride. I wore it though the whole game, even when I felt the first tear fall, in the last few minutes of the game.
I asked myself what went wrong? We were leading 4-1 in the third period. But then I realized it didn’t matter at all. Why you may ask? The team finally hit the big time. They had a glance at a level they have not achieved in a long time: a place to compete for the Cup. The Leafs could and should have done better but in that one game, they were lightening. They had wings on their skates and a drive that outdid Boston.
If the same team members play next season, then I bet that the Leafs will go farther. There seemed to be a connection between all the players with like a huge spider’s web.
All I know is that it was a great game. It made me realize that I still love the team and I will always support them even though I am miles away. The city I live in has their own hockey team, but it is not the same and for some reason I don’t feel close to them at all.
The Toronto Maple Leafs are still my team no matter what and my dream of them winning the Stanley Cup before I die, came a bit closer last week.