Look, I know what you’re thinking. Another Friday, another night where I hold my breath, waiting for the Maple Leafs to finally stop making life so difficult. As it stands, the season is very much alive—we are 8-7-2, currently sitting seven games back in the Atlantic. I have survived enough winters to know that being 'in the race' this early is just another way for the universe to build up my hopes before the inevitable heartbreak. While we wait for the boys in blue to find some consistency, the rest of the league is actually doing things tonight. We have three games on the docket: Columbus visits Buffalo, San Jose heads to Minnesota, and Anaheim travels to Calgary. Honestly, looking at those matchups, I just hope no one suffers as much as I do on a weekly basis. Yesterday, November 5, was a busy one, featuring a flurry of results like Montreal’s 5-4 win over Utah and Winnipeg’s 6-2 drubbing of Vancouver. Seeing these scores just reminds me that hockey is a cruel sport. We have 67 games left to fix this, but until then, I’ll be here, clutching my lucky jersey and hoping for a miracle.