This is not a column I ever thought I’d write. Growing up, there were three constants in my life: a near crippling anxiety that was characterized as “shyness;” an obsession with the Toronto Maple Leafs; and a hatred of the Montreal Canadiens. I’ve been able to wrestle the former into submission on most days, but the other two have plagued me my entire life. Being a Leaf fan is not for the faint of heart, and friends, many of whom are clearly con…
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