The newest savior of the Toronto Maple Leafs is none other than James Reimer. With a career NHL save percentage of .970 and a career goals against average of 0.81. Oh wait, he only has one NHL start and it came against one of the worst offensive teams in the league in the Ottawa Senators who was without one of its best offensive players in Jason Spezza.
The Sens have only scored 90 goals this season, which is actually one more than the Leafs have. And while that means that fans should err on the side of caution when it comes to judging James Reimer's performance on Saturday night, what does that say about the Sens goaltending tandem of Brian Elliot and Mike Brodeur who were beat 5-1 b...
Waffle Nation and Leafs Nation:
We bid farewell to 2010. For two Brian Burke years, we have constantly accompanied the Leafs on the road to not so much honor and glory. In these latter times, as in the days of our prosperity, we have invariably been models of courage by throwing waffles, and fidelity by staying loyal to our team. With fans such as us, our syrupy cause could not be lost; but the waffle war would have been interminable; it would have been a fan war, and that would have entailed deeper misfortunes on the Leafs.
I have sacrificed all of my interests to those of the waffle country.
My Waffle Nation friends, we will continue to serve the Leafs. Their happiness was our o...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Leafs nation
Not a fan was cheering, and no standing ovation;
The players were stung by a pair of quick goals,
And had hopes of digging themselves out of their hole;
The children were nestled all bored in their seats,
And a vision of winning was a difficult feat;
And Ron Guillet in his Toskala jersey, and Pat Storto with a Leafs cap,
Had just settled down with no reason to clap,
When out in the stands there arose such a clatter,
Ron sprang from his seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the Gold seats, he flew like a Kessel,
Pushed over a Habs fan who he decided to wrestle.
The concrete of the stairs dug into his knee
On Friday evening last, I received from The Checking Line the mission to form a new direction in hockey. It was the evident will of' the play of the Maple Leafs and Leafs nation that this should be conceived on the broadest possible basis and that it should include all waffle parties.
I have already completed the most important part of this task. The waffle has been thrown.
A waffle organization has been formed of growing numbers, representing, with the Leafs fans, Anit-Leafs fans, and Waffle lovers, the unity of the new nation - Waffle Nation. It was necessary that this should be done in one single day on account of the extreme urgency and rigor of events. Other key positions were fil...
During the hectic split-second timing of a hockey game, this is a man who took time out to sit beside an old friend who was angry over waffles. His Maple Leafs fans were understandably impatient, but he said, "There aren't many left who care what happens to this team. I'd like this team to know I care." This is a man who said to his 19-year-old son, "There is no foundation like the rock of honesty and fairness, and when you begin to build your team on that rock, with the cement of the faith in the Hockey Gods, then you have a real start." This is not a man who could carelessly send our draft picks to the Boston Bruins. And that is the issue of this hockey team that makes all the other proble...
I didn't really understand exactly what had started until I started surfing the net a few days ago and noticed the countless flash images including waffles. When Francois Beauchemin was struck by the gorgeous, flying, delicious breakfast treat, ultimately introducing a hate waffle to an inconsistent Quebecer, it sparked a new revolution. It has since been growing as one of the single most entertaining fan uprisings in the history of sports, and, to be honest, it's fun.
So when George Prax and Mike Aldred of TheCheckingLine.com extended an invite to join their site and share my experience and insight on behalf of the team, I was honored. Thus, this is my first post here, and one of many, m...
'Twas The Last Game Before Christmas
'Twas the last game before Christmas, when all through the league,
Not a Leaf was scoring, not even Kris Versteeg;
The fans' hopes were hung on Phil Kessel with care,
In hopes that a 50...40....30?....20 goal season would soon be there;
The Leafs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of playoffs danced in their heads;
And Burkie in his Snuggie and Wilson on his lap,
Had just settled down with each other's gifts to unwrap,
Out of Wilson's gift there arose such a clatter,
a perfect cure for a losing streak, an Atlanta Thrasher.
Away to the team he flew like a flash,
while Burke opened his gift, a defender that cost a ton o...