Well, the Maple Leafs season has been finished for a week now. I realized in that time span that I don’t like hockey. It’s cool and all, just not for me. If the Leafs aren’t playing I don’t care. I had thought that maybe I would write stories about other teams but I just don’t care to. What is it about the Leafs I love so much? There isn’t an easy answer. Frankly I don’t care about that either.

I have a dream. I dream of a world where I write a short piece of fiction after every Maple Leafs game. In my dream this allegorical structure allows me to comment on a game I’ve never played in a way that I find amusing and accessible. Maybe my dream is stupid. It’s my dream and I’m not giving it up. I don’t know if my determination will translate into anything other than perpetual heartache, that’s fine. I will love the Leafs until I’m gone. If I never get to see them win it all then that’s my life. I will never abandon my dreams or my faith.

That’s the point of faith isn’t it. I have no reason to have any. My life has worked hard to teach me that my faith will not be answered. Fuck that, if I needed proof that it was working than it wouldn’t be faith would it? So I’m not writing funny little stories for a few months, not until the Leafs come back. Until then I will continue to work hard everyday to love the man I am and the world I find myself in.

Go Leafs! Go!