You ever think that the Leafs consider this outcome to be old? Or are they in on the act themselves? Of all the ways for Toronto to be eliminated, they go out in the most hilarious way possible. The Leafs had the chance to overcome all the failure and misery: They merely evolved into the greatest meme in the NHL in a good bit.
May the Core Four Era go down as one of the greatest failures in NHL history. Marner and Shanahan have to be gone after this, right?
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Game Six Leafs = Game One James Harden…….
Mistake Numbert 1: I believed in the Maple Leafs.
Imagine being a Leafs fan.
You got out of the first round two seasons ago. It felt like the curse had lifted. You called your dad. You cried in a bar. It felt like something real. Something lasting. Then Florida beat you in 5.
But then came this season. And somehow… this was the year. They actually looked good. They won the damn division! The Atlantic! It’s competitive as hell and they won it.
Berube came in and growled everyone into playing defense, for a couple weeks. You thought: this is different. This team has edge. Grit. Jam. Honour. Passion
Round 1? Battle of Ontario. Beat those Sens. We’re the best in the province. Now Round 2: Panthers, again. Revenge arc. You believe. We all believe. This team has the Passion
Game 6 in Sunrise? Chef’s kiss. Matthews scores, finally. That’s the highest-paid player in the league doing what he’s paid to do (in his 11th playoff game against the Panthers). First second-round goal for him ever. That’s OUR fucking Captain. You touched your mustache in his honor.
Panthers fans started leaving with two minutes left, down 2–0. Pathetic. You find a clip of them leaving later. You tweet it, captioned “no class. Leafs fans would never. #ThePassion”. You got 6 likes. Nice.
You spent a month’s rent on a pair of Game 7 tickets at Scotiabank. You also skipped your cousin’s wedding in Bermuda. Who cares that you can’t get your money back, it’s the fucking Leafs. IN GAME 7. Your cousin will understand.
$70 for parking. $14 for a lukewarm Molson. $20 for a few chicken tenders and fries that taste like cardboard you’d find in Kensington.
First period? Scoreless. Tense. You can feel it. Something’s coming. The boys dominated that second half of the first. We got this, boys. Believe. Beleaf. The Passion
And then… the second. Seth Jones scores. Your section goes quiet.
In what feels like milliseconds later, Lundell finds a rebound off a Marchand shot. 2–0. Fucking Marchand. The hockey goblin. You didn’t think it could get worse, and he left the Bruins for the fucking Panthers.
Minutes later and Jonah Gadjovich rips one past Woll. Gadjovich? What the fuck. 3-0.
Berube is blinking in Morse code. Marner is gazing up at the rafters, thinking “maybe they’ll retire my jersey in Utah”. Matthews compulsively twirls his mustache. They already know it, but you don’t wanna think it. Not yet. The Passion
You look down at your beer. It’s empty. You lift it to your lips anyway. A guy one row down gets up to leave. People would boo, normally, but they get it tonight.
3–1. Domi. He did something positive? Wow. You keep believing. They’re gonna do it. One goal at a time.
FUCK. 4-1. Luostarinen. Another point for Marchand. You hate that fucking rat.
You look at the time and think about the drive back to Oshawa and going back to your cubicle tomorrow morning. You open Twitter and delete your post from a couple nights back.
5-1. You have no shame anymore. You leave. You’re not the only one. At least the empty seats won’t be as visible since you’re in the nosebleeds. A couple jerseys hit the ice. Where’s the class?
You leave the arena early. You thought you were out of tears, done crying over this team. You were wrong. The Passion™. No matter what, you have it. It’s terminal. Why couldn’t your mom have birthed you in the Sunshine State? Tragic. A solemn tear rolls down your cheek.
Back to Oshawa. Back to bumper-to-bumper traffic. Back to wondering what comes next. You remember Game 3. It was 3-1, you were up 2-0 in the series. What the fuck happened?
You turn on the radio. Someone says, “Next year’s the one.”
But it’s not. You know it. Everyone knows it.
Marchand got the empty-netter, by the way.
And that is why they are the Maple Laughs
Brad Marchand owns them while David Ayers is their daddy
This has to be 1 of the Most Tortured fan bases in sports. I seriously feel for these Poor Bastards!
This video has become and annual tradition man. Can’t wait to be back next year
The Leafs dropping two games after getting within a goal of sweeping the Sens should have been a warning sign for this
Wake up babe, our yearly Leafs video is out!
The blues, jets, and avalanche are being saved from one of these videos. Thankfully the leafs are here to fuck up even more than those 3
Death, taxes, and you know the rest 🤣🤣🤣
There's always next year…got to beleaf!
The Leafs can’t catch a break 😂
Bye Mitch Marner. Good luck with new team
Leafs: Wanna see me lose a game 7?
No one:
Leafs: Wanna see me do it again?
3:11 🐧🙏🏿
As a Panther fan since the 96 season I can honestly say I wanted Toronto to win game 7. They deserved it, they won all 3 games in Florida and couldn't get 1 at home. No they didn't deserve it but it wouldn't have hurt to bad if the Cats would have lost. Now we are looking for the back to back and hopefully a dynasty next year? LETS GO CATS!!!!
One of the reasons I hate the Leafs is because when they got rid of Dubas. Now he's in Pittsburgh to ruin my team. Thanks alot
yup
2026: Leafs acquire Marchand for playoff run. Marchand scores own goal in Game 7, defeating the Leafs a 6th time.
fk 58 years —oh my cold beers