The NHL All Star game has come and gone, and the Toronto Maple Leafs didn’t really factor in one way or the other.
Toronto Maple Leafs superstar Mitch Marner had six assists in the winning game, but I’m not sure what I am supposed to do with that information.
Congrats?
Marner participated in , from what I could tell, one skill on Friday, and it was the worst thing I have ever seen. Skating in a much too tight and dangerously transparent white suit, he skated in and took a wrist shot that was so lame, the Miami Vice allusion seemed hip and fun by comparison.
I imagine if you live in Florida and see a “hilarious” Miami Vice reference, it probably is as annoying as when they used to do Tim Hortons jokes on American Sitcoms. Not funny, and you wish you were known for something a little less idiotic.
If they host the game in Toronto next year *(supposedly they are)* and Trevor Zegres dresses up in a beaver costume while bringing Peter Ing out of retirement to stop a light wrister – same thing.
But Jim, it’s for the kids.
Well, kids with gambling apps on the phones a less insane society wouldn’t give them.
Where was I?
Toronto Maple Leafs Get a Long Break
Next time we complain about the Leafs schedule, remind me that they just got eight days off in the middle of the season, and eleven days just the one game.
For reasons best left to the professionals, the NHL will resume tonight, but the Leafs won’t play until Friday when they take on the Columbus Blue Jackets in what the NHL probably thinks is building some kind of rivalry.
Only problem, no one cares about Columbus, and probably no one ever will.
A uniform and theme that makes the movie Top Gun 2 look subtle, the Blue Jackets and the Jets are my least favorite NHL teams due to their military associations.
There isn’t a more boring team in the league, and I can’t help but groan and complain every time I see the CBJ coming up on the schedule.
Back to back against the worst team in the league?
I hate these because either the Leafs win 10-1 over the two games, or we have to listen to incessant talk about measuring sticks and if they’re good enough.
They are good enough, every single game isn’t a referendum. Jeeze.