The snow has melted. The sun is shining brightly. The flowers are in full bloom. So it must be time for the NHL Playoffs.
With the big man turning four last month, I thought it high time to introduce him properly to game. Of course we shoot, pass and score on the driveway and we've been skating on the rink, but I haven't actually taught him the game. So for the last two Leafs games we've watched the first period together.
I now find myself in an existential quandary. The kid has questions. I don't mind answering them. There are a lot of rules, gear and broader context issues to contend with. It just blows my mind how he can deconstruct the whole thing from top to bottom.
Now this post-season clearly isn't ideal as I'm more likely to see the
Oilers on the golf course than lifting Lord Stanley's Cup. As a fair
parent I realize that should let my boys make their own choices of which
teams to support, but that's not to say Oilers gear outnumbers Leafs
swag in our house 6 to 1. A gentle barrage of propaganda also isn't
But I'm holding out hope that he's chosen an Oilers sweater to wear to school for three days in a row.
Oh, and he calls Toronto the "Make Believes".