The Toronto Maple Leafs can be loved by all, even the spirits of the mystic arts.
That was confirmed on a recent trip to a Toronto psychic who predicted the final goal total that Toronto Maple Leafs sniper Auston Matthews will reach by season’s end.
Having shared the story of my first ever encounter with a psychic with friends and loved ones, all I heard was criticism.
Primarily, those closest to me felt that I had just paid for a show and hoped that I was entertained because they did not believe in the validity of fortune telling. The Maple Leafs fans I spoke with had a different take. They were mad that I hadn’t asked the most important question of all; do the Maple Leafs win the Stanley Cup this year?
A Psychic Predicts if the Toronto Maple Leafs Win the Stanley Cup
I realized that I had let everyone down. Luckily, I had the resolve to make things right. I decided to revisit the enigmatic seer. This time, however, the goal was to determine the Maple Leafs overall success in the 2023-24 playoffs.
Upon reaching the psychic’s parlor, marked by the familiar neon signs, I was welcomed in the same friendly fashion as before. This time, I fixated on the lit candles, wondering why they were necessary when it was already unseasonably warm for October.
I did my best to stay focused. I had an important question in mind; could the psychic foretell the fate of the Leafs in the playoffs this year?
Seated across from the psychic, we embarked on what is now a familiar ritual. The crystal ball made its appearance once again, and I was asked if I had brought any Maple Leafs memorabilia to aid in his divination.
This time, I was prepared. I had brought with me a Dion Phaneuf jersey. As an aside, the jersey was purchased prior to him being named captain and I never went through the hassle of having a ‘C’ sewn on. I quietly hoped that that wouldn’t be problematic to the process.
The psychic asked for silence as he delved into the mysteries of the future. I watched the smoke of the pungent incense dance through the air, using every ounce of my strength to not interrupt by blurting out questions and tipping my otherworldly guide to my growing impatience. The psychic seemed unaware of my restlessness. He just continue to gaze intently into the crystal ball, his concentration unwavering.
What felt like hours passed, though it was surely less than two minutes where we both sat in silence. I had more than enough time to decide what I was going to have for dinner that evening and came to the conclusion that I didn’t really care at all for the smell of incense.
Finally, the psychic made a move. His eyes met mine, and I could tell that the news he had wasn’t good. “I can tell you this,” he began with trepidation. “They’re going to make the playoffs.”
“OK,” I murmured back, unsure how to respond.
“Boston’s going to eliminate us.” His words hung in the air, the weight of their meaning settling upon me. I didn’t even care that he had spoken as if he were a member of the Maple Leafs organization, a peeve of mine.
All I felt was disappointment. Then I remembered my friends who had tried to warn me that there would be no validity to any prediction made. I was reassured that there was still the possibility that this was all a fabrication and the Leafs can still finish the upcoming season with the Stanley Cup hoisted high above their heads.
As the NHL season unfolds, I will be cheering for the Leafs to win. But, in order to ensure that the psychic’s prophecy doesn’t come to fruition, I’ll be rooting for the Boston Bruins to fall short of clinching a playoff berth.