The Ennui of a Game Seven Final

“Game seven,” offered Toronto Blue Jays John Schneider on the eve of the 2025 World Series finale. “No two words are better in sports.”

I must disagree. As exciting and intense as the contest might be – and was – it’s the finality of it that strips it of its sheen, leaving one to ask “What of tomorrow?”

In other words, as much as tomorrow might creep at its petty pace and life be a walking shadow, a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing, it’s sure as hell a lot better than the alternative: waiting until next season.

Leafs Fandom: Losing the Moment

It was to be magic, the stuff of dreams: a pair of seats ten rows behind the Capitals’ net for Game Seven, perfect for that overtime goal by Matthews, Marner or Nylander. Leafs Fandom: Losing the MomentAnd then not…and I was sent this damnable message: Leafs Fandom: Losing the Moment“Thanks for being a fan”? Fuck you. They’re my seats! Mine. I owned them on this night, just like the Leafs owned…ugh.