Once upon a time, I was a dedicated Toronto Maple Leaf fan. Stop laughing, you (insert team name here) fans. Making fun of the TML’s is too easy to justify as clever. I had a thick skin back then. I loved my team, our sport, and the agony of blind faith in the ever-elusive goal to win the Stanley Cup.
In my university days I knew my players, knew their records and I went to more than a dozen games a year. I wore a jersey every time they played, either my home or away colours, to show my support. Yep, I was a lonely Leaf fan eating alone in the cafeteria. Oh sure, other Leaf fans would give me a nod in the hallways, or a thumbs-up, but let’s face it, very few people have the courage to love a team through thick and thin, much less eat an egg salad sandwich next to someone who is that crazy. I was that fan.