Babcock said there would be pain.
Little did he know, we were used to it.
We were used to being laughed at.
We were used to wearing bags on our heads
And watch as jerseys and waffles mercilessly flew through the air
And inevitably hit the ice.
We listened time after time as we were blamed
We were the reason the team wouldn’t succeed.
Yet year after year we bled blue.
We rode the roller coaster
We held on as the 18 wheeler drove off a cliff.
But from the fiery ashes of that wreckage
A flame was lit.
A flame that burned in the heart of every Leaf fan.
So this weekend as we sit by and watch every painful minute.
Just know all we’re hoping for is that when it’s all said and done.
We Punch that ticket.