My first memories of the white & blue come from the early 1990's. A fresh new sound was coming out of Seattle, Cito Gaston was leading the Jays to back to back World Series, Jean Cretien's Liberal's had swept into office, and there was nothing we as Canadians felt we couldn't do. Yet none of those things matter to me, because in 1993 I discovered hockey. I remember going to large family gatherings and sitting in the smoke filled, beer soaked basement at my grandmother's house watching those 93' Leafs captivate the male members of my family. I don't remember much from that year (as I was only 5 at the time) but every memory I do have is centered around one man. Wendel Clark, the man, the legend, the mustache. I remember how excited my uncles would get whenever he was on the ice. Whenever he would drop the gloves we would all cheer and I would imitate my uncles yelling "Give 'em Hell Wendel", my mother didn't approve of my language. He quickly became my favourite player. From that moment on I was hooked. I have faithfully watched the Leafs ever since and hope for the day when we see a team (and a player) like in 93', and though it won't be anytime soon, i'll keep watching and cheering just the same.