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Media, Not Maple Leafs, Should Be Ashamed

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NEW YORK (TheStreet) -- I have had more than a day to digest the Toronto Maple Leafs' heartbreaking 5-4 overtime loss to the Boston Bruins in Game Seven of the Eastern Conference Quarterfinals Monday night.

I'm a Leafs fan. I consider myself borderline diehard.

I was at the final game at Maple Leaf Gardens. I partied beforehand up and down Carlton and Church Streets. I have taken red-eye flights into Toronto on a few Friday/Saturday mornings just to watch Hockey Night in Canada in person. My wife and daughter surprised me when I returned home from a recent trip with a Maple Leafs-themed bathroom.

I am as close as a person comes to being Canadian without actually being Canadian. My Dad was born in Toronto. I grew up on the border in Niagara Falls, New York. I know what the Canadian Ballet is. I can point out Waterloo, home of BlackBerry headquarters on a map. And I know that The Tragically Hip are way more popular inside Canada than Rush or Bryan Adams. My first ever concert -- Gordon Lightfoot.

And I feel like I know a thing or two about hockey. All these years I thought the Canadian media did as well. Maybe I was wrong.


They jumped on the bandwagon and opportunistically made a spectacle of the Leafs' misfortune just like everybody else did. What a shameful bunch of hacks. Though I hope I missed some worthy analysis through the sensationalist noise and hysteria.

While I understand that what happened in Boston the other night was bigger, at least to the hockey world, than the ball going between Bill Buckner's legs, a little bit of context . . . just a bit of perspective . . . from somebody . . . anybody . . . would have been nice.


We sure as hell were not going to get it from the vultures at ESPN, who only decide to cover hockey when somebody bleeds or gets embarrassed. They were all over the Leafs/Bruins Game Seven. And, sadly, the self-proclaimed Worldwide Leader in Sports offered us nothing better than Good Morning America's cursory next-day postmortem.