Basement Bargain Price Leafs For Sale

Where is the passion for the playing of the game, and the proudness of achieving the Stanley Cup? I must admit that every era of hockey, those that govern, those that play and those that observe have their faults, corruption, integrity, pleasures, success and defeats.
Currently, attention to hockey has been the status of jokes, puns, insinuations, making fun of and laughing at the fact that the Leafs will never win the Stanley Cup again. Imagine the bragging rights of true fans if the Leafs succeeded. Not one to be boisterous and visually or verbally exuberant, I would be one to root for the underdog and be pleased to see the Leafs win.
Headlines blossomed when the end of the Twenty-twelve regular season left the Leafs at the bottom of the basement in points. A frustrated owner sneered. Sports reporters stood stiffly, mouths agape and arms holding microphones extended waiting for the Leafs' owner, Mr. Smithe sputter a marketable quote.
"Basement bargain price, Leafs for sale!"