To paraphrasee the noted American philosopher and shoe salesman Al Bundy:
It is good to hate the Leafs.
I like this one better.
So you think Im a loser? Just because I have a stinking job that I hate, a family that doesnt respect me, a whole city that curses the day I was born? Well, that may mean loser to you, but let me tell you something: Every morning when I wake up, I know its not going to get any better until I go back to sleep again. So I get up, have my watered down Tang and still-frozen Pop Tart, get in my car with no upholstery, no gas and six more payments to fight traffic just for the privilege of putting cheap shoes on the cloven hooves of people like you. Ill never play football like I thought I would, Ill never know the touch of a beautiful woman, and Ill never again know the joy of driving without a bag on my head. But Im not a loser. Cause despite it all, me and every other guy wholl never be what he wanted to be are still out there, being what we dont wanna be, forty hours a weekfor life. And the fact that I havent put a gun to my mouth, you pudding of a woman, is because The Leafs lost another game 7 and that makes me a winner!