TORONTO, ON, Canada (DE) – Leaf fans (the real ones who might have been unfortunate enough to have to pay for their seats) are legitimately pissed-off. Despite shitting on DiManno from a great height once this week, Milk Johnson feels it worthwhile, for sport, to give Rosie’s Tossing Leafs jersey was a bush-league move, a vigorous little parsing, because in doing so we can learn something about the general attitude of the entire Leaf Cartel (media included) towards it’s long-suffering supporters. So let’s take a quick look:
“…(it’s) about R-E-S-P-E-C-T, ” writes Rosie, referring to the heinous crime of throwing a piece of clothing onto the playing surface. Wait… Respect? If the Leaf players had any
On April 23, 1964, Bobby Baun, having fractured his ankle earlier in the game, returned in overtime and scored the game-winning goal. The Leafs won the next game 4–0 to win the best of seven series, and secure their third consecutive Stanley Cup championship. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
respect for the fans, or the uniform, or themselves, they wouldn’t mail games in the way they did in that 5 – 2 loss to Pittsburgh. Players that respect the sweater, do not go 14 and 6 down the stretch, and they sure as shit do not blow a three goal lead in game seven. The players that E-A-R-N the respect of the fans, play hard every game, for 80 plus games and then continue onto the Stanley Cup Playoffs. Remember those, Ms. DiManno!?
“But geez Louise, it was only Game 2…” she writes. Apparently DiManno hasn’t been paying attention for the last few decades. And by the way, it doesn’t matter what number game it is. If it’s the season opener, or the one that signals the start of an early golf season…people are paying top dollar to watch this sh!t. And the players are getting top dollar to perform…or at least try! Don’t think of it as game 2, think of it as year forty-seven of failure, capped by a decade of hockey that makes the Ballard years look like the glory days!
The sheer arrogance of the column builds to a crescendo when DiManno quotes spoiled brat, Nazim Kadri, “…we don’t need fans like that” he sneers. Ms. DiManno applauded that hilarious nugget of wisdom, by referring to it as “a zinger.” Is she for real with this shit? “Geez Louise?” “Zinger?” Like who the f@ck writes this crap?
“Tossing stuff on the ice — hat-trick lids excepted — is just plain bush.” This is vintage DiManno. Wow…hockey lingo. Way to get down to our level sweet-heart.
Whether it’s a “hat-trick lid” or a piece of polyester, sewn together in a sweat shop, and sold at a disgusting mark-up, it deserves no respect. It’s a piece of merchandise now. It’s just another “product” in the eyes of MLSE. These b@stards don’t get misty eyed about tradition: that shirt is a dollar sign and nothing more. And this is no longer a franchise, or a club…it’s just another money-grubbing corporation. That’s not news. It’s a commercial reality.
DiManno concludes, “Wonder if Jersey Boy would like his (sweater) back now.”
Wonder if Rosie would like her credibility back.
Milk Johnson for Dateline Earth Sports.