Look, I know the schedule says MTL @ TOR and TOR @ MTL tonight, but let’s be real—this is just the league messing with us. There is no hockey. My calendar says 2026, yet the pain of 1967 remains as fresh as ever. While the rest of the league is likely basking in the glow of a champion’s parade or preparing for the draft, we Leafs fans are doing what we do best: dissecting salary cap gymnastics and praying for a miracle that never comes. The silence of the arena is deafening, matched only by the noise of rumors swirling around the front office. Will they run it back? Will they blow it up? Does it even matter? We’ll convince ourselves that this upcoming season will be 'the one,' drafting imaginary rosters and debating depth signings while ignoring the collective trauma of past Aprils. It’s a beautiful, miserable cycle of cautious hope that keeps us paying for cable and buying jerseys for players who will inevitably break our hearts. So, enjoy the off-season. It’s the only time of year where the Leafs are technically undefeated, even if we all know how this movie ends.