There’s some sort of environmental debilitation that results from growing up in Toronto as a hockey fan. It’s an affliction characterized by a hopeless yearning for a team that is, at best, mediocre, and destined never to win the Stanley Cup—and thus destined always to break your heart.
This used to be a common affliction in Boston before the Red Sox won the World Series. Now only Chicago Cubs fans suffer from it.
In Toronto, where hockey’s spiritual gravity is equal to football + baseball + basketball, this means rooting for the Toronto Maple Leafs, despite their 40-year Stanley Cup drought. Who can explain this passion? It’s certainly not rational. I mean, honestly? who puts Maple Leafs license plate frames on their car?
So, when I decorated a plate at work a couple weeks ago, there was really only one design decision to make: blue maple leaf on white, or white on blue?