This morning, the Toronto Maple Leafs' best centre was bought out. Mikhail Grabovski, who was undoubtedly our best all around centre since Mats Sundin. In a very short time, Dave Nonis has showed that he has the same mindset that Randy Carlyle has, or Don Cherry has, or @Averageleaffan has. The only explicable reason I can see for this, is that Nonis is banking on re-signing the terrible Tyler Bozak, and going after David "One forty point season" Clarkson. It's unforgivable, and quite frankly, this move didn't make me angry. I simply accepted the news, and went on about my day. Not even breathing a word about it (Minus a small twitter post with a sad face). I've had the same emotional reaction as I imagined a disappointed parent gets when their kids have screwed up for the millionth time. I'm not mad. I'm simply too disappointed and burnt out from caring about this team.
The last lockout taught me something. There's life outside of hockey. But I inevitably came back after the lockout was over. I've always had an emotional attachment to hockey, and specifically, the Leafs. When I was a kid, my dad, brother and I would sit around the TV and watch a Leafs game on Saturday night. We'd have nachos with cheese sauce, pop for us and beer for him. It was the one time a week when the three of us could enjoy something together. When I was a teenager, it was an escape for me when I suffered from depression. But after the years went by, all my favourite players started retiring, and the team started to get more and more pathetic, my emotional attachment started to slowly fade away. Grabovski never came close to my favourite current player. But after spending so much time in this place, I began to really appreciate what he brought. And now he's gone. For me, this was proof that all good things must come to an end. That good thing was hockey making me very happy.
I will never stop being a Leafs fan, but for the time being, I simply don't care anymore. I'll watch a game every now and then, and keep up with the latest news. But the excitement is gone. I've had to say farewell to Mats, farewell to Tucker, farewell to CuJo (Twice), and farewell to Kaberle. Now I have to say it to Grabovski, but in reality, I'm saying farewell to my faith in this team and my passion. I'm hoping it can come back, but for the time being, it's gone.
To be perfectly honest, this little post was inspired by what Draglikepull wrote in his blog post (It's good, and a little poignant). Also, I have no intention of leaving this place just because my passion for hockey isn't alive. I actually love it here, and I love all of you.